Enemies in campus. Obsession behind closed doors. One secret that could ruin them both. Captain worked solo until an unexpected offer came from his favorite OnlyFans creator, Anonymous69, turns his world upside down. A collab offer? Hell yes. He’s all in. But when he steps into that hotel room, ready to meet his mystery crush, he comes face-to-face with the last person he wanted to see—Andrew Parker. The smug bastard who embarrassed him in front of his friends. The trash talk gets dirtier, the tension cuts deeper, and soon, every stolen glance feels like a challenge neither of them can resist. When their hate explodes into something far more dangerous, they’re left with two choices: keep playing it safe or risk everything—including their careers—for a chance at something real. The only problem? There can only be one winner. And neither of them plans to lose.
Lihat lebih banyakThe morning after drinking never hits me soft.I woke up with my mouth dry as the damn desert, tongue heavy, head pounding in a rhythmic thud that felt like someone was using my skull as a fucking drum. My sheets were twisted up around me like I’d been in a fight with them. My arm was hanging off the bed, fingers barely grazing the empty bottle of water I must’ve dropped sometime in the middle of the night.I groaned, rolling over to bury my face into the pillow, hoping it’d just knock me out again. No such luck.I wasn’t even fully conscious yet, and I already hated everything.For a good ten minutes, I just laid there, eyes closed, brain foggy as hell, letting the weight of last night sink in. Me, drunk off my ass. James sitting across from me looking like I’d told him I was secretly a lizard person or some shit.The way his jaw dropped when I said the word OnlyFans still made me cringe. I hadn't meant to tell him. I hadn’t meant to say anything, really.But liquor loosens lips, and
The bar wasn’t even that packed. Low lights, shitty country music humming from old wall speakers, and a few groups scattered around pretending their lives didn’t suck for a few hours. I should’ve been home. Shirt off, lights off, maybe filming something I would regret later for a quick confidence boost. But no. James, with his stupid grin and overly persuasive voice, somehow convinced me to get my ass out tonight.“You need a change of scenery, Cap,” he’d said. “Come on. Just a few drinks. Might even meet someone hot.”Right. Because nothing screams "emotional stability" like trying to flirt with strangers while my brain’s still locked on someone else's hands on my skin. Someone else's voice in my ear. Someone else's goddamn face.And now here I was. Elbow against the sticky bar top, drink number... shit, I’d lost count. Whiskey burned like a bitch going down, and I welcomed it.James had wandered off to talk to some girl earlier, but he came back eventually, dropping into the stool n
CAPTAIN ~I didn’t even feel the cold when I stormed out. Didn’t register the voices around me. It was all a blur. White noise.My pulse was roaring too loud in my ears.Slamming Andrew against the wall? Yeah, probably not my proudest moment. But the way he looked at me—like I was some stranger—set something off. My hand was still tingling from where I’d grabbed him. My chest felt too tight, like I couldn’t breathe properly. Each step I took was heavier than the last, like my feets were weighed down by the mess of emotions twisting in my gut.I rounded the corner and pushed open the side door, stepping into the biting afternoon air. It should’ve cleared my head but it didn’t.“Captain!”A hand grabbed my shoulder.I stopped mid-step, jaw clenched, stomach already dropping because I knew that voice.James.He was always too observant for his own damn good.“You alright?” he asked, voice low, cautious. Like I was some wild animal on the verge of snapping.And maybe I was.“No,” I almo
ANDREW PARKER ~“Gush—!” I stumbled back, clutching the wall behind me like it could explain what the hell just happened. “That scared me…”The words barely made it out of my mouth. My heart was racing like it wanted out of my chest, lungs dragging air in like I’d been running for miles. My shoulder throbbed where he’d slammed me—his hand like a damn vice, fingers bunching up the fabric of my hoodie before shoving me hard into the concrete hallway wall like he owned the whole damn building.Captain.That psycho.I rubbed my shoulder, grimacing. His grip had left a phantom imprint, like his touch still clung there. I could almost feel the exact shape of his fingers through the layers of hoodie and t-shirt underneath.“What the fuck is wrong with that psycho?” I hissed under my breath, voice shaking with a mix of fear and fury. My hoodie was all stretched and twisted from where he grabbed it, so I yanked it back into place and patted it down like that would erase what just happened. My
There’s something about the sound of skates carving into fresh ice that always centers me. Cold, sharp air in my lungs, the hiss of movement, the dull roar of blades digging in. It’s therapy. I tugged on my helmet and rolled my shoulders, staring out at the rink as my team warmed up. The morning chill still clung to everything, misting from our mouths with every exhale, but inside my chest, it was a furnace. Burning slow. Uncomfortable.I kept my expression blank. Didn’t want to show it. Didn’t want to admit that I’d been looking forward to this practice for the worst reason—because I knew he’d be there.Yeah. Andrew.Pretty boy. Fuckboy. Muse. Mistake. Whatever the hell you wanna label it.I spotted him immediately when I stepped on the ice. Like my brain had a built-in radar that beeped hot whenever he was within fifty feet. He was on the far side, helmet off, smiling at something one of the rookies said. That lazy smile. And then I noticed something else.He wasn’t looking at me.
The gym bathroom smelled like cheap soap. I stepped into the tiled space, peeling off my sweat-drenched hoodie with a grunt. My shirt clung to me like a second skin—sticky and soaked—and honestly, stripping out of it felt like shedding another layer of frustration. I caught my reflection in the mirror for half a second. Hair damp with sweat, chest heaving, jaw tight. Damn, I thought, smirking faintly. Still got it though. I kicked off my sneakers, yanked down my shorts and boxers, and made my way to the open showers. The spray was lukewarm at best, but I didn’t care. Water thundered against my skin, rinsing off the salt and the anger and the ache in my thighs. I just stood there for a minute, eyes closed, letting it all pour over me. Steam fogged up the mirrors and the edges of my brain. My thoughts were quiet for once. Or… mostly quiet. Because even when I wasn’t thinking about him on purpose, my brain had a way of dragging Andrew back in. The way his hand had fit against my sid
I woke up annoyed.Not tired. Not groggy. Just plain irritated.I hadn’t even opened both eyes and I already wanted to punch something. The memory of James’ message sat in my chest like a rock—Coach’s thinking of benching you. Just a heads-up. Yeah, dude. thanks for the fucking heads-up. I lay there for a few seconds, eyes staring at the ceiling, muscles coiled tight under the blanket like a spring. The morning light was spilling through the half-closed blinds, striping my wall in pale gold. It looked peaceful. Calm.Too bad I wasn’t either of those things.I dragged a hand down my face and exhaled sharply. Screw it. I wasn’t gonna just lie here and stew. I needed to to burn it out of my system before it started eating holes in my head.Gym.That was the only plan.I tossed the blanket off and swung my legs over the side of the bed. My body was still warm from sleep, muscles loose, skin slightly tacky with sweat. I stood up and rolled my neck, stretching both arms high until I hea
There’s just something about a hot bath at the end of a long-ass day that hits different. The kind of hot where your muscles stop screaming and start sighing instead. The kind of hot that makes it feel like all the bullshit—every sharp word, every look you shouldn’t have cared about, every ghost of a touch—is finally melting off your skin.I filled the tub damn near to the top, dumped in a ridiculous amount of eucalyptus salts I found shoved in the back of the cabinet, and didn’t even care that the smell made me feel like I was about to be sacrificed in some new-age forest ceremony.Whatever. It was nice.I slid in slowly, hissing as the heat kissed up my legs, then my hips, then finally sank into my bones. I let my head fall back against the cool edge of the tub and shut my eyes.“Holy shit,” I muttered, already feeling half human again.Steam curled around my face, humid and heavy. The room blurred. My limbs floated. The tension I’d been clinging to all day—the weight in my shoulder
By the time I got home, the high from practice had worn off and I was left with nothing but sweat sticking to my skin and my hoodie clinging to my back like guilt. My keys rattled in the lock, the door creaked open, and I stepped into silence—thick, heavy, and too familiar. I peeled off my hoodie and tossed it over the arm of the couch, dragging my ass to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water from the fridge. My back cracked when I leaned over. Great. Now I was sore and pissed. I slumped onto the couch and finally pulled out my phone. Notifications blinked across the screen—some texts, a couple spam emails, and one lonely OnlyFans alert. Anonymous69 just posted. Again. Jesus. He was milking that shoot like it was his personal cash cow. I clicked into the app out of spite. The post had nearly triple the engagement from the last one. Comments, tips, reposts, thirsty messages piling in like a goddamn floodgate had burst open. And there I was. I checked his profile—of course I di
I lifted my beer to my lips, ready to take a slow sip, when James elbowed me in the ribs. Hard.I barely stopped myself from spilling the damn drink all over my lap. "What the hell, man?" I muttered, scowling at him."That's him," he muttered, nodding toward the far end of the bar. "The pretty boy everybody's been talking about."I paused, my beer hovering midway to my mouth. That got my attention.Everybody had been running their mouths about some new student—whispers about how he didn’t talk to anyone, how he always sat alone, how he looked like he belonged on a damn magazine cover instead of walking these shitty college halls like the rest of us. I hadn’t seen him yet, but curiosity had been gnawing at me. Now, I finally had the chance.Following James’s gaze, I spotted him instantly.And Damn. The rumors weren’t exaggerating. He was pretty. No, scratch that—he was fucking beautiful. The kind of good looks that made people stare without realizing they were staring. His dark hair...
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