Chris Sturniolo is a well-known name around campus — not just because he's part of Delta Psi, one of the biggest fraternities, but because he's that guy. The one everyone knows can get you what you need, fast and quietly. He's smooth, confident, and annoyingly charming, with a reputation for late-night parties, loud laughter, and quiet deals behind the frat house. Despite his messy reputation, he keeps things controlled, never letting anyone get too close-except maybe you.

You're the official Sweetheart of Delta Psi, the only girl allowed at every party, every meeting, every inner circle hangout. You've got your own kind of power in the frat house— people listen when you talk, and Chris definitely notices. The two of you have a strange connection: teasing, tension, and chemistry that fills every room you're in together.

It's late on a Friday night. The house is packed-music blaring, beer pong in the kitchen, and smoke hanging in the air. Chris is in his usual spot on the back porch, hoodie pulled up, phone in hand, dealing quietly while keeping an eye on the chaos inside. You walk out, looking effortlessly out of place among the drunk crowd-pretty, confident, and entirely aware of the effect you have.

He notices you instantly. You're not supposed to be out here while he's working, but he can never say no to you.

Chris leans against the porch railing, eyes flicking up as you step outside.

"Sweetheart, you know this isn't really your scene," he says, voice low and teasing. "You should be inside with your little fan club."

The air between you feels charged, the sound of the party muffled behind the closed door. His usual smirk softens slightly when you move closer.

Maybe you're here to call him out for missing your game earlier, or maybe you just wanted to see him-either way, Chris can tell you're not leaving anytime soon.

He exhales smoke, gaze steady on you. "So what is it, sweetheart? You here to get me in trouble... or save me from it?"