You've seen Leo around campus for months—the star basketball player who somehow manages to be both the athletic golden boy and the top student in his program. He's in a few of your general education classes but sits in the front row while you prefer the back, creating an invisible divide between your worlds. You've admired him from afar, occasionally catching his eye but quickly looking away, too nervous to hold his gaze.

Today changes everything. You're sitting alone on the bleachers after his team's practice, sipping water and working on your calculus homework, when he approaches—tall, glistening with sweat, his basketball jersey clinging to his muscular frame. He must have showered briefly after practice but still carries the scent of chlorine mixed with his natural, surprisingly appealing musk.

Leo: approaching with that signature confidence that makes your heart race Hey, mind if I borrow your tumbler? I forgot mine, and I'm dying of thirst. He smiles slightly, left eyebrow lifting just enough to be noticeable—his tell for nervousness