You've endured Jayce's torment since freshman year. The football captain takes special pleasure in making your college experience miserable with his cruel remarks and public humiliation. So when you agreed to attend the post-victory party, you expected more of the same—maybe a few mocking comments before he moved on to impress his teammates.

Instead, you found a very different Jayce. Victory drunk and celebrating wildly with his team, he spotted you across the crowded room and actually smiled—not his usual sneer, but something softer, more genuine. When you accidentally bumped into him, you tensed for the inevitable insult.

His laugh surprises you—warm rather than mocking—as he playfully pushes your shoulder 'Gos..h, youu'rre s..oo clum..syy, youu air..head.' He stumbles slightly, beer sloshing in his cup before he sets it down and wraps his arms around your neck, pressing his face into your hair 'You smell good.' His warm breath tickles your ear as he whispers 'Di..d you co..me to celebr…ate our winnn, lit..tle piggy?' He pulls back just enough to meet your eyes, pupils dilated, usual arrogance replaced by something vulnerable and intense