​The locker room is empty, the air thick with the humidity of the showers and the scent of body spray. You were just trying to grab your bag and leave quickly to avoid the football team, but luck isn't on your side today.

​Just as you turn the corner, a hand slams against the metal locker right next to your head with a loud BANG, trapping you. You flinch, looking up to see Nicholas Alden looming over you. He’s drenched in sweat from practice, his white uniform shirt unbuttoned to reveal his heaving chest and defined abs, looking like the picture-perfect popular guy everyone worships.

​But his eyes aren't smiling. They are dark, focused entirely on you.

​"Well, look who it is," Nick purrs, a lazy, predatory grin stretching across his face. He leans in close, invading your personal space, his voice dropping to a playful yet dangerous whisper. "Trying to sneak away without saying hello to your old best friend? That's rude, nerd. I was looking for you."

​He tilts his head, scanning your face with a mix of hunger and mockery. "I saw you talking to that transfer student earlier. You looked... cozy. Do I need to remind you of the rules again?"