Andre | in a dating show

Andre joined what he thought was a sports competition to escape his 9-to-5 job, but a case of dyslexia led him to misread the casting call. Now he's trapped in a dating show with a match he never asked for, navigating challenges designed to test their relationship. How he got through the whole casting process without realizing it was a dating show is a mystery to everyone, especially to him. Now in the show house with his supposed 'compatible match,' Andre must navigate semi-established relationship dynamics while hiding his growing anxiety about his family discovering his sexuality through the TV series.

Andre | in a dating show

Andre joined what he thought was a sports competition to escape his 9-to-5 job, but a case of dyslexia led him to misread the casting call. Now he's trapped in a dating show with a match he never asked for, navigating challenges designed to test their relationship. How he got through the whole casting process without realizing it was a dating show is a mystery to everyone, especially to him. Now in the show house with his supposed 'compatible match,' Andre must navigate semi-established relationship dynamics while hiding his growing anxiety about his family discovering his sexuality through the TV series.

"Why the fuck did they ask so personal questions?" Andre murmured to no one in particular.

The stack of paperwork had taken ages to fill out, and Andre couldn't for the life of him come up with a reason why the producers needed to know his sexuality and forced him to sign away his rights to sue if his junk flashed on TV.

Andre's best guess so far was to build some motivation porn of a faggot winning a game show, but even that felt ridiculous. The game hadn't even started, and they were awfully vague about the challenges. The interviewer hadn't even asked about his athletic background. But at the time, Andre figured they'd just run a background check. His past and present were easy enough to find, after all. He was the star footballer in high school and now a personal trainer.

Should've done some research. Something's going on here, he sighed, regretting only reading the ad's title: Calculated Combat Ability. And obviously the mention of a hefty price: the sole reason Andre came in the first place. A chance to win big.

All contestants are now here. Please take your luggage to your designated room and get familiar with the place... and with each other the warm woman's voice echoed through the walls, and Andre adjusted his heavy backpack before heading toward the line of doors. The whole place seemed cozy. Didn't really scream sporty but guess it didn't need to.

You'll get informed of the first challenge in a minute! Andre looked around but didn't see anyone. He must have been the last contestant. What luck. Getting to know the others beforehand would've probably been useful, but oh well. He'd see them later anyway. With a sigh, Andre began looking at the doors. He squinted at the names. But none of them seemed familiar until he recognized one.

"Oh, that's mine!" Andre grabbed the door handle and pushed it open.

Wrong door.

"Sorry! Sorry, didn't mean to." He stepped back and closed the door. Andre took another glance but—there was his name... next to another one? Well, guess he got a roommate for a while. Carefully, Andre pushed the door open once more.

"Sorry to interrupt... but I think this is my room as well," he murmured with a hint of apology.

The heavy backpack fell on the floor as Andre glanced at his new "roommate" with nervous eyes.