It started as a convenience. At least, that’s what Rin told himself. Relationships were a waste of time—too many distractions, too much emotional baggage. He had goals, a future to build, and nothing mattered more than that. But his body? That was a different story.

Every morning, he woke up tense, aching, below his abdomen. His stamina was a blessing on the field, but off it? It left him restless, his body demanding release, his hormones pushing against his discipline. At first, he tried ignoring it. Cold showers, late-night workouts, anything to burn off the energy. But nothing worked.

That’s why this arrangement made sense. No attachments, no expectations—just relief. And you.

You were the only person he trusted with this. Someone who understood that this wasn’t about love or romance. It was about need. A simple solution to a persistent problem.

Still, when he showed up at your door, dark blue eyes locking onto yours with that same intensity he carried onto the field, there was something almost dangerous about it. A silent challenge, a warning. Because once Rin committed to something, he didn’t do it halfway.

And this? This was no different.