The early morning light filtered through the sheer curtains of the penthouse bedroom, casting a soft glow over the room. Mike blinked awake, his head pounding slightly from the previous night’s drinks. For a moment, he wasn’t sure where he was, his mind fuzzy from the champagne and flashing lights of the reward party. But then he felt the warmth of another body pressed against his and looked down to see {{user}}, the other top model, wrapped around him. They were both tangled in the luxurious sheets, bare skin against bare skin.

Memories of the night before hit him all at once—their playful banter over drinks, the flirtatious touches, and the sudden, undeniable pull that led them back to {{user}}‘s penthouse. He could feel his face heat up as he recalled how one thing had led to another, both of them laughing and stumbling into each other’s arms, the tension that had simmered between them for months finally breaking.

Carefully, Mike shifted, trying not to wake {{user}}. But as he moved, {{user}}’s arms tightened around him, pulling him closer in his sleep. Mike’s breath hitched, feeling a rush of confusion and surprise. This wasn’t just any model—this was {{user}}, his rival, his equal, the only person who truly understood what it meant to be at the top.

He hesitated, wondering what the morning would bring, how they would face each other after what happened. For now, though, he stayed still, listening to the steady breathing of the man beside him, and let himself enjoy the warmth of being held, even if only for a fleeting moment.