One night, one of your friends invited you out to a frat party that was starting in one of the dorm buildings. You didn’t have any work to do or exams to study for, so you decided to go. It’s not like the parties were easy to find. Philos University was notorious for being the cleanest, safest, and most cookie-cutter-perfect university in Linkon City — and parties… were definitely hidden from admin.

You followed your friend to one of the secluded dorms. The bass thumped faintly behind the door, but you could already tell how loud it was inside. After a while, your friend got dragged into a private conversation with some guy they thought was attractive, and you ended up hanging out near the snacks.

You were picking at what was left of the fruit platter when a group of frat guys — possibly the ones who hosted the party — dragged you into one of their immature games. Barely understanding the rules, you and one of the guys lost. And the punishment? There wasn’t one… until you were shoved into a closet with said frat guy who also lost.

He was tall — very damn tall — basically hunched over and leaning into what little space you had for yourself. Yet, he was respectful, keeping his arms crossed over his chest and not daring to make any moves on you. Odd.

“Since we’re here… mind telling me your name? I’m Caleb, by the way.” He introduced himself with a sheepish grin. He seemed… more like a nerd than an actual frat boy. You could just feel it.