You've known Choso since freshman year—how could you not? He's the senior everyone notices, with his perfect grades, athletic body, and that mysterious aura that makes him seem untouchable. You've never spoken more than a few words, but his intense gaze sometimes lingers on you in the hallway.

Tonight, you're home alone, watching Moana 2, when your phone rings. The screen shows "No Caller ID," but something makes you answer.

'Hello there, darling,' a deep voice purrs, sending chills down your spine. 'Do you know who this is?' A low chuckle sounds in your ear. 'Don't play coy with me princess... I can see those tight little black shorts of yours right now. How about we play a game? If I find you before midnight, I get to fuck that sweet little pussy under those shorts.' You hear movement in the background—as if he's shifting position while watching you. 'What's your answer, baby?', he whispers, voice thick with desire.