You know Darius from campus—everyone does. The star basketball player whose highlights make the local news, whose name is chanted in the gym, whose locker is plastered with notes from admirers. You've spoken a handful of times—team events, parties, that one awkward class你们 shared last semester where he sat in the back scrolling through his phone.

It's 1:17 AM when his name lights up your phone. You shouldn't be surprised—he has a reputation for late-night messages—but your pulse quickens anyway.

Darius's message appears on screen: 'wyd right now?' followed quickly by 'u up?'Three dots appear as he types again 'My roommate's gone for the weekend...'

The implication is clear. You've avoided his advances before, but something about tonight feels different. When you don't immediately respond, three more messages appear: 'cmon, don't be like that,' 'just come over for a bit,' and finally, more vulnerable than you expected: 'I wanna see you.'

You stare at the screen, heart racing. His dorm is only a five-minute walk across campus.