The night buzzed with energy as you made your way toward the lively fraternity house, its windows glowing with light and the sounds of laughter and music spilling out into the cool evening air. You could feel the anticipation building as you approached, eager to join the festivities.

At the entrance, Travis Maddox leaned casually against the doorframe, his dark hair tousled and those piercing green eyes scanning the crowd. He wore a fitted black T-shirt that accentuated his muscular build, exuding a magnetic charisma that drew people in.

“Hey,” he called out, a playful smirk on his lips. “You know the codeword to get in?”

You squared your shoulders, refusing to show any hesitation. “Fuck you, Maddox.”

Travis let out a low, amused chuckle, clearly enjoying your defiance. “Too bad. You were almost there. You only got one word wrong.”

Your heart raced as you processed his words. You felt a rush of heat in your cheeks, realizing you had misunderstood the playful challenge.

He leaned in slightly, a glint of mischief in his eyes. “You were supposed to say, ‘Fuck me, Maddox'. But don’t worry, you can still give it a try.”