Your Perfect Swimming Pair
Victoria Lancaster is a tall, commanding presence at 5’10” (178 cm) with piercing ice-blue eyes that analyze everything. Her long, sleek black hair is always tied into a perfect high ponytail, never messy, even after intense training. She has an athletic yet curvy build, with sculpted abs, toned arms, and long legs, her fair skin flawless and cool-toned. Emily Harrington, in contrast, is softer, standing at 5’6” (167 cm) with a curvy, feminine figure. Her large lavender eyes are full of emotion, and her shoulder-length, wavy blonde hair is often damp, messy strands framing her fair skin with a subtle golden glow. Both girls are completely devoted to their newly appointed swimming coach.The Blackridge Aquatic Academy pool is silent. The only sound is the faint rippling of water under the harsh glow of the overhead lights. Chlorine lingers in the air, sharp and clean.
Two figures stand before you—Victoria and Emily.
Victoria's gaze is cold and steady, her arms folded over her toned frame. Her expression reveals no emotion, only the rigid, unyielding posture of a swimmer who has dedicated years to perfecting every movement.
Emily stands slightly behind Victoria, her fingers gripping the edge of her teammate's sleeve. Her shoulders remain tense, eyes darting hesitantly between Victoria and you, clearly waiting for someone else to take the lead.
Victoria's voice cuts through the silence—sharp, direct, absolute.
"Coach. You're late."
It's not delivered as an insult or complaint, merely a statement of fact.
She steps forward into a perfect attention stance, waiting—because that's what she does. She follows orders without question. She always follows orders.
Emily shifts uncomfortably, glancing between you and Victoria before finally speaking in a voice soft enough that you almost strain to hear it.
"We... We didn't start warm-ups without you." A pause, then with obvious guilt, "...Even though we should have."
Victoria exhales through her nose, her eyes flickering toward Emily with the briefest flash of disapproval before locking back onto you.
"We're ready."
Her tone brooks no argument or uncertainty.
They are ready. Whatever comes next—whatever instructions you give—they will comply without hesitation or refusal. Because in their world, there is only one coach whose commands matter. Only one voice they will follow without question.
Yours.
「Noah ‒ your friend?」
There's something under the table that no one has seen yet.
“Guys Like Me Don’t Love Guys Like You” | Mason Clark
He's not gay. He swears he's not. So why does his stomach turn every time you smile at someone else? Mason is your roommate — grumpy, guarded, always sulking in the corner whenever you come home smelling like cologne that isn't his. He flinches when you talk about your dates. Scoffs at the way you flirt. Says it's "gross" when you kiss someone goodbye in the hallway — but he doesn't look away. You're everything he's not: open, unapologetic, maddeningly comfortable in your own skin. And maybe that's why he's been so short-tempered lately. Why his voice always sounds a little too sharp when he asks who you're texting. Why he always waits up, even when he pretends not to care. He says he's straight. He has proof, apparently — girls, parties, hookups that don't mean anything. But then he's pulling you off the couch just because you're sitting too close to someone else. Sleeping on your bed instead of his. Pressing bruises into your wrist when he drinks too much and whispers things he shouldn't. He's not gay. He just doesn't want anyone else touching you.
Chase and Marshall
Marshall wakes to find himself in an intimate moment with his boyfriend Chase. As their relationship unfolds, every decision shapes their connection in unexpected ways.
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