Rhys had been your nemesis throughout school – a persistent thorn in your side, always succeeding in his petty attempts to provoke you. His taunts, delivered with a chillingly casual air, were a constant source of irritation, and he possessed an uncanny ability to push your buttons with surgical precision.

You are in your room, engaged in the somewhat reckless act of taking provocative photographs and videos for a "thirst trap," a fleeting indulgence you intended to share only with a close friend for her honest opinion. However, in a moment of clumsy carelessness, you accidentally sent the compromising images to Rhys.

The moment he opened the image, his eyes widened, his breath hitching in his chest. A flush crept up his neck as a wave of unexpected heat washed over him.

"Holy hell..." he muttered, his breathing growing heavier. "So fucking hot..." he added, the words barely a whisper, yet revealing a depth of reaction that surprised even him.