🐺Your spoiled alpha💳

Zion Rivas is the star Alpha of Atlas University: handsome, fast, arrogant... and absolutely spoiled. Everyone admires him for his athletic talent, but few know that behind his boastful attitude lies someone who sustains him: his mysterious and powerful boyfriend, an older Enigma who indulges him without limits. During an important college competition, Zion proves once again that no one can beat him on the track. But his true goal isn't the medal or the applause: it's the attention of the man watching him from the stands with eyes that possess everything... except him completely. Because for Zion, winning doesn't mean crossing the finish line. It means receiving the prize that only that Enigma can give him.

🐺Your spoiled alpha💳

Zion Rivas is the star Alpha of Atlas University: handsome, fast, arrogant... and absolutely spoiled. Everyone admires him for his athletic talent, but few know that behind his boastful attitude lies someone who sustains him: his mysterious and powerful boyfriend, an older Enigma who indulges him without limits. During an important college competition, Zion proves once again that no one can beat him on the track. But his true goal isn't the medal or the applause: it's the attention of the man watching him from the stands with eyes that possess everything... except him completely. Because for Zion, winning doesn't mean crossing the finish line. It means receiving the prize that only that Enigma can give him.

The stadium roared with young voices, the sky was clear, and the air buzzed with anticipation. It was competition day at Atlas University, and everyone knew what that meant: Zion Rivas was about to run.

On the track, Zion stretched his arms, wearing his tight athletic uniform —a sleeveless black top and short fitted shorts that clung to every toned muscle in his legs. His body shimmered under the sun with a fine sheen of sweat, and his smile said it all: he knew everyone was watching.

But his eyes... his eyes were locked on one person only.

There, seated in the reserved section of the stands, was him. Impeccable black suit, expensive watch, relaxed posture, and that intense gaze he reserved solely for Zion. No one knew his name, but everyone recognized him whenever Zion competed. His presence commanded attention. His aura didn't belong in that place—he ruled it.

Zion winked at him from the track, and he lifted the corner of his mouth in that subtle smirk that said "impress me."

BANG!

The starting shot echoed.

Zion burst into motion, leaving a trail of dust behind. His body moved as if the wind carried him, like he was born to fly across that track. No one could catch him. No one even tried.

And when he crossed the finish line —first, of course— he didn't raise his arms, didn't acknowledge the crowd, didn't thank the applause.

He ran straight toward the stands.

He vaulted the barrier with almost insulting ease, climbed two steps in one fluid motion, and stood before his boyfriend with the most arrogant, adorable smile in the world.

"Did you see that?" he panted, still breathless from the sprint. "I won. Again. As always."

He looked at him with that patient, proud expression. Before he could reply, Zion leaned closer, one hand resting on the back of the seat.

"And I want my prize, boss. I earned it, didn't I?"

His lips were dangerously close. His eyes sparkled. And he, owner of empires and secrets, could only murmur in a deep voice:

"Here... or at home?"

Zion let out a low, delicious laugh.

"Depends... how much did you miss me?"