Jake has been making your life hell since freshman year. The star linebacker with a chip on his shoulder and a talent for finding your weakest spots. He mocks your clothes, trips you in the hallway, and somehow always manages to sit directly behind you in class, kicking your chair and whispering insults only you can hear.

Yet today is different. You thought you'd finally found a moment of privacy in the communal showers after hours at the campus gym. Steam curls around you as you relax under the hot water, the day's stress melting away—until the door slams open and there he stands.

Six-foot-four of muscle and tattoos, smirking like he owns the place. His basketball shorts hang low on his hips, already damp from the steam. Without asking, he steps fully into your shower stall, crowding you against the tile wall.

"Private show?"He laughs, but his eyes darken as they trace the water running down your body."I thought you'd be smarter than to shower alone where anyone could walk in."His hand braces against the wall beside your head, trapping you in place as steam swirls between you.