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– Mmm… deeper… – I was almost at my peak – p-please…

– Enjoying this? – he teased, knowing exactly I was seconds from losing control on that little black sofa.

– d-dont… aah… pl-play… w-with me –  with great difficulty I try to respond while receiving strong thrusts from him.

– Ace… – he whispered my name near my ear – …I’m going to take care of you now… nibbles ear – and that’s when I reached my limit…

TRIM TRIM

– …right at the best part… sighs – there I was, lying in just my underwear, reflecting on what had just happened, and, as usual for most mornings… feeling aroused. I don’t always have erotic dreams, but lately they’ve been surprisingly frequent. All I could do was relieve myself in the usual way.

– Maybe there’s something new, or will it have to be the same thing? – I murmured to myself as I opened that one website.

I scrolled through, hoping for something different, until a familiar cover caught my eye – The King, arguably the best adult performer ever, with his impressive physique and striking features. I’d lost count of the times I’d admired him on the screen.

And so I began, letting myself get lost in the sensation, my movements growing faster with the rhythm of the video. I imagined him there, and soon I was overwhelmed by pleasure, finally releasing with a deep sigh.

I stayed there, catching my breath, flushed and exhausted. After thirty minutes from the alarm, I finally got up. It was my second week at Olympus University, and I didn’t want to be late for the start of the semester.

The university focused on sports, with dorms, a cafeteria, and a massive campus – perfect for anyone with big athletic ambitions. But I’m a bit different; I have no idea what I want to do in the future. My best friend Matt Carter even gave me a pamphlet about a club for undecided students, but I still wasn’t sure it was the right choice.

I headed to the bathroom to clean up and took a cold shower, hoping it would wake me up.

Tchhhhh…

I stepped out of the shower and checked the time: 9:30. Only thirty minutes until class, no time for breakfast. I wrapped a towel around my waist and left the bathroom, only to find a blond guy with green eyes grinning at me. I almost dropped the towel.

– MATT?! – I exclaimed, startled. He’d skipped the entire first week claiming he was “sick,” but I knew it was just laziness. I jumped on him, pinning him to the bed with excitement; it felt like I hadn’t seen him in years.

– What’s up, Ace? You almost made me touch that white stuff here – he pointed to the remnants on the bed I had forgotten to clean.

– My bad hehe – I laughed – not my fault you just barge in like that.

– Even in the dorms?? sigh You need to control yourself sometimes, you know, it messes with your focus – he said, sitting up on the bed and crossing his arms.

Matt has always been protective and friendly, like a brother to me. He’s been in my life almost my entire life. Our parents were friends before we were born, so we grew up together. He’s helped me through everything; I can’t imagine my life without him.

– Alright, I’ll try – I rolled my eyes, noticing the bag in his hands – what’s that?

– I figured you’d sleep in and skip breakfast like always, so I brought some food.

– I already told you I love you, you know – I said lazily, grabbing a sandwich from the bag.

– So, have you looked at that pamphlet I gave you? – he asked, taking a bite of his food.

– Not yet, Matt, but I swear I’ll check it out!

– Come on, Ace, it’s been a week and you’re still following the regular university schedule.
– It’s high time you start thinking about your future, and the best opportunity is in that pamphlet.

– I know, I know – I said, getting lost in my thoughts.

Everyone else seems to have their future so planned out, and I don’t even know what I want to do after my studies. Matt’s right – I need to start taking things seriously if I want to figure out what I truly want for my future.

BAN! BAN!

The loud, metallic bell echoed, signaling that class was about to start. I grabbed my things and bolted out the door, ignoring everything – DON’T FORGET THE PAMPHLET! – I heard Matt shout from afar, but I kept running; I didn’t want to be late.

cut in time

I quickly arrived in the classroom; everyone was still finding their seats. It was philosophy class, so it was basically a prayer not to fall asleep. I remembered the pamphlet and decided to take a look.

I opened it and found various pictures of the club along with some information.

*"Still don’t know what you want to do with your life? That’s okay. We’ve been there too.

If you’re feeling lost, unsure about your career, not knowing which path to take, or just wanting to explore possibilities… this club was made for you.
Discoveries & Purpose Club – Olympus University
Here, no one expects you to have all the answers. We talk, share experiences, meet professionals from different fields, try new things, and gradually understand what makes sense for each of us."*

It seemed welcoming, I thought. I continued reading about the activities they offered, and at the end, there was even a quiz with some very unique… or strange, questions. One of them asked:
– “If your hair were a type of pasta, what would it be?”

I just answered it without thinking too much; after all, it was the only opportunity I had.

Time flew, and two hours had already passed with the classes, so I went to the office to submit the fully completed pamphlet.

Entering the space, I was impressed – it was huge. I hadn’t had time to explore the entire campus yet. The place was amazing, probably inspired by Roman architecture, with columns, arches, and concrete vaults, beautifully illuminated by sunlight through stained glass. I could spend an entire day just observing it.

As I walked toward the lady at the office, a hand stopped me on the shoulder.

He was a dark-haired guy with brown eyes and large glasses. His build wasn’t too different from mine, but he was taller, wearing clothes that looked like they came straight out of a Sherlock Holmes movie.

– Hi! How’s it going? – he said with a smile.

– Hey, good, and you?

– Haha, better now! What’s your name?

– Ace, and you… Jacques Laurent? – I said, reading the name on the little tag pinned to his clothes.

– Exactly, you can just call me Jacques. I see you’re holding that pamphlet – are you looking to join a club?

– Y-Yes, I was just about to hand it in.

– You seem unsure… are you sure this is the best choice for you?

– N-Not really, it’s actually my only option.

– Haha, looks like it’s my lucky day!
– Why don’t you join my club then? – he said, now with an even wider smile.

– Your club?

– Yes! My amazing film club, founded by me, Jacques Laurent!

– Film club…

– Perfect! I’ll register you right now, Ace.

– W-Wait, I’m not sure yet.

– Ah-ah, don’t tell me you’re not sure yet. Look, there won’t be another opportunity like this; it’s very EXCLUSIVE… if you catch my drift~

– E-Exclusive? That’s why there’s no pamphlet for it yet.

– Well, it was founded recently haha, and I like to choose members by instinct hehe~

– W-Why me? – I asked, not expecting anyone to pick me just based on appearance.

– Call it… intuition! You have the perfect look, and you seem like someone who would REALLY enjoy this. I’m picking up a lot of vibes from you for some reason~

– I think you picked the wrong person… I don’t know much about films, you know.

– Between you and me, this isn’t your typical film club…
– It’s the kind that gets your blood pumping, if you know what I mean~

– A-Action movies?

– Yes! I’m sure you’ve seen at least one or two~

– I have, but… I’m not sure I’d be much help.

– We’re amateurs, it’s more about having fun than being complicated!
– The best part is, no experience is needed! Actually… the fresher and more untrained, the better!~

– Really?

– Yes! If you join, all your fantasies could come true~

– !?

– Curious now? Why not see for yourself?

– A-ahmm… I-I… – damn, what should I do? An opportunity is being handed to me on a silver platter, yet I can’t decide. Am I really going to let this chance slip away?

– Look, I know it’s a lot to process, but you don’t have to say yes right now haha, you can decide once you see it!

How long am I going to let myself act like this whenever I have to make a decision? Why don’t I take what life offers me? What scares me from taking action?

– Uhmm, Ace..?

Wake up, Ace! You’ll never have a future if you keep backing away from opportunities!

BAN! BAN!

– Ahh sigh looks like it’s time for your next class – said Jacques, a little defeated.

– W-Wait! I’ll come with you.

– !?

– If I never take the opportunities I’m given, I’ll never find what I really want for my future.
– That’s why I’m coming with you!

– Haha, splendid! I knew I could count on you.
– Follow me, I promise you won’t regret it!

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After talking with Jacques, he guided me to the place where the club activities would take place. Along the way, the conversation flowed naturally. Nothing forced. We talked about random things—where we were from, the strange weather in the city, foods we hated—and he even told me some silly university stories.

Jacques was a bit eccentric, but fun. He had that exaggerated way of expressing himself, like he was always performing on a stage, but somehow it made me laugh more than I probably should. I also discovered that he was a senior, which didn’t really show, since physically he looked a lot like me.

In the end, I realized it had been one of the most relaxed conversations I’d had with anyone since arriving at college. Maybe I had just made a new friend—or at least someone I could rely on here.

— We’re here, finally! — Jacques said with an enthusiastic smile.

The place wasn’t far from campus, but it was well hidden. At first glance, it looked like a large house, maybe even luxurious at some point in the past, but now it showed clear signs of abandonment. The paint on the walls was worn, the garden was just tall weeds and dry leaves, and the windows, though enormous, were dusty. It was obvious no one had lived here for quite some time.

It had two floors, a wide balcony, and even a pool in the backyard—empty and dirty, of course.

From the outside, it looked more like a horror movie set than a student club.

— Don’t mind the mess, okay? — Jacques commented, laughing. — I just got the space recently. Give it a few weeks, and this place will shine. I’ve already started fixing the inside. Shall we go in?

He went ahead, full of enthusiasm that sharply contrasted with the state of the place. I just followed, still trying to understand how all of this fit into a “film club.”

Inside, I first saw the entry hall, empty except for stacks of boxes. Moving further in, we reached the main room. It was almost fully decorated with sofas, counters, plants, and even a huge cinema-style TV—made sense, since it was a film club. The decor was quite minimalist.

Looking around, I noticed two people.

Carrying boxes was a muscular, very tall man with a fully defined, tanned body. He wore a purple shirt with patterns that looked electric, open enough to reveal his chest. Gold everywhere—necklaces, earrings, bracelets, even a chain attached to his pants. Everything about him screamed confidence. Or showmanship. Maybe both.

His hair was tied in a messy bun on top of his head, purple-blue, strangely matching the intense eyes that scanned me from head to toe in a captivating way. He had a lightning symbol on his belt, like the details on his clothes—I could swear he looked like some sort of thunder god cosplay straight out of a pop music video.

Definitely not someone you’d see walking around every day. And, even if I didn’t admit it at the time… he was very attractive.

Seated on the sofa was a very beautiful woman with flawless red-golden hair, straight and falling to her shoulders as if an invisible fan was always blowing to give it a dramatic effect. Her eyes were an intense green, vibrant, almost glowing—those eyes that make you reconsider your posture just by staring for two seconds.

She had a charming beauty mark near her mouth, adding even more elegance.

She wore a fitted white dress, outlining every curve as if sewn directly onto her. A belt with a large turquoise stone cinched her waist, and over it all, a beige coat thrown on with that “I didn’t even try” vibe.

Her accessories sparkled more than they should, and a bag sat beside her. Everything about her screamed luxury, control, and intimidation.

— Hey, everyone! — called Jacques. — Emilia, how are the documents going?

— Jacques, you’re late. L-A-T-E. — she said, still typing, with an impatient air. — If you really want this club to succeed, you need to put in more effort. hmph — she added with a huff.

— Of course, of course… haha — he chuckled awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck.

— As for the documents, everything’s been taken care of. Now it’s just Avan finishing up with the student council. — she added, closing her laptop with a soft click.

She looked directly at me, analyzing me from head to toe, like I was about to be brutally judged.

— And this one? Jacques, I’ve told you to let me know before going out to recruit new members.
— As you know, this club needs to stay under the radar. Very few people should know.

Very few people? What does that mean? Jacques hadn’t mentioned it was a secret club. Or maybe that’s what he meant by “exclusive”?

— Take it easy, little Emilia… — interrupted the purple-haired guy, his voice teasing with a smirk on his face. He radiated sex appeal — Wow, he’s kind of cute… hehe.

— Zayne — Emilia shot back, impatient. — I told you not to call me that. And it doesn’t matter if he’s attractive or not. What if he says no? And we don’t know if he’ll go spreading everything to his friends. Freshmen are like that, any new thing becomes campus gossip instantly.

— I-I haven’t agreed to anything yet… — I tried to explain, a little embarrassed.

— WHAT?! — Emilia exclaimed, as if proving her point. — See?!

— Calm down, cutie — said Zayne, amused. — He didn’t say no. And let’s be honest, Jacques has a good eye for these things. He always picks right.

— Haha, thanks, Zayne! — Jacques said before turning to Emilia. — Emilia, he’s my responsibility. If anything leaks from here, I take full accountability. I think carefully before choosing someone. You can trust my instinct. — He finished with a confident smile.

— I trust you, Jacques… — she replied, sighing and running a hand across her forehead as if already tired from the day. — But I still have the right to be worried. This club is already on thin ice, you know.

I took the opportunity to try to lighten the mood.

— Emilia, right? — I said, stepping forward. — I swear I won’t tell anyone about this club, even if I don’t join. You can relax.

She studied me for a second with that clinical, judging look, but underneath, she just seemed… exhausted.

— I think that’s fair hmph — she muttered at last, standing up. Her heels clicked firmly on the floor as she left the room, carrying the posture of someone always in control.

Then she left, and I could hear the heels climbing the stairs, but my head was still spinning with all the information at once. Secret club? Responsibility? Student council? And who is this Avan guy?

— Hey, with all that happening, I didn’t even ask your name, cutie — said Zayne, giving me a light punch on the shoulder and crouching slightly to get on my level.
He had that silly grin you never know if it’s teasing or flirting — or both. His gaze was direct, as if trying to read me just from my expression.

— A-Ace… — I replied, a little frozen by his sudden closeness.

— Hm… Ace — he repeated my name, as if tasting the sound in his mouth. — Fits. I like it.

— Zayne, stop scaring the freshman — Jacques called from behind, making Zayne laugh.

— I’m just being friendly, geez — he said, raising his hands as if innocent. But the mischievous grin was still there. — Besides… it’s fun seeing new faces around. I’m used to doing this with everyone else.

— Doing what? — I asked, a little confused.

— Nothing major… just normal pressure for a secret and “exclusive” club, right? — he winked. — You’ll get used to it. If you decide to stay, of course.

What he said made me think a bit. Why exactly would a film club be secret? And exclusive? It didn’t make much sense… unless there was something behind it they hadn’t told me yet.

— Haha, I also didn’t introduce myself properly — Zayne said, straightening up. He cleared his throat dramatically. — Krrm krrm! I’m Zayne Alexander, 22 years old, a junior, on the basketball team and… — he spread his arms like presenting an invisible trophy — I’m from House Zeus.

House Zeus… Jacques had mentioned that earlier too, but his was Hades, if I remembered correctly.

— Nice to meet you, Zayne! — I said, smiling, trying to ignore the fact that he was still a bit too close.

— Zayne is pretty famous in the basketball world — Jacques interrupted, with that playful charm he sometimes used with friends. — You should see his fans crowding around after practice just to say hi.

— Jacques… — Zayne muttered, pretending modesty but still smiling. — You’re exaggerating. A little. Maybe.

Famous? Houses like Hogwarts? Definitely, this university had far more layers than it seemed.

— But you, Ace? — Zayne asked, turning his full attention to me with that usual smirk. — I know you’re a freshman, which means… still fresh, hehe~

Fresh in what sense??

— Play any sports? What house are you from? How old are you? — he said, rapid-fire, as if scanning me. — Don’t you think you’re a little too young for this club? Haha.

— Hm… Ace — he repeated my name, as if tasting it in his mouth. — Fits. I like it.

— Zayne, stop scaring the freshman — Jacques called from the back, making Zayne laugh.

— I’m just being friendly, geez — he said, raising his hands like he was innocent. But that mischievous grin was still there. — Besides… it’s fun seeing new faces around. I’m used to doing this with everyone else.

— Doing what? — I asked, a little unsure.

— Nothing major… just normal pressure for a secret and “exclusive” club, right? — he winked. — You’ll get used to it. If you decide to stay, of course.

What he said made me think a little. Why exactly would a film club be secret? And exclusive? It didn’t make much sense… unless there was something behind it they hadn’t told me yet.

— Haha, I also didn’t introduce myself properly — Zayne said, straightening up. He cleared his throat dramatically. — Krrm krrm! I’m Zayne Alexander, 22 years old, a junior, on the basketball team and… — he spread his arms as if presenting an invisible trophy — I’m from House Zeus.

House Zeus… Jacques had mentioned that earlier too, but his was Hades, if I remembered correctly.

— Nice to meet you, Zayne! — I said, smiling, trying to ignore the fact he was still a little too close.

— Zayne is pretty famous in the basketball world — Jacques interrupted, with that playful charm he sometimes used with friends. — You should see his fans crowding around after practice just to say hi.

— Jacques… — Zayne muttered, pretending modesty but still smiling. — You’re exaggerating. A little. Maybe.

Famous? Houses like Hogwarts? Definitely, this university had far more layers than it seemed.

— But you, Ace? — Zayne asked, turning his full attention to me with that usual smirk. — I know you’re a freshman, which means… still fresh, hehe~

Fresh in what sense??

— Play any sports? What house are you from? How old are you? — he asked rapidly, like he was scanning me. — Don’t you think you’re a little too young for this club? Haha.

The way he spoke froze me for a second. I didn’t know if he was joking, questioning my presence… or both.

— E-ehm… I’m 19 — I replied, giving a nervous laugh. — I don’t play anything in particular, haha…

I felt a little out of place, especially standing between a charismatic, famous junior athlete who seemed to have his life figured out.

— And about this “house” thing… I actually don’t get it yet. I’m a bit lost, to be honest. I have no idea what I want to do in the future… I’m just trying to find some direction. That’s why I joined this. Or rather, I’m considering joining.

The last part came out a bit muffled, as if I was reminding myself I hadn’t made a decision yet.

— Alright, everyone… I think that’s enough introductions, right? — Jacques interrupted, clapping once. — I still have to show the rest of the space to Ace, tidy a few things, and get everything ready for filming the day after tomorrow.

— Okkk — Zayne replied, stretching lazily. — Great meeting you, cutie~ — he said, winking at me before turning. — I’ll finish loading these boxes into the van and help you out, Jacques.

— Thanks! — Jacques said. — Shall we go, Ace?

— A-ah, yes! — I answered automatically, a little distracted.

That was when, right in front of me, Zayne took off his shirt out of nowhere, tossing it over his shoulder, revealing a defined abdomen and a body that clearly spent more time in the gym than outside of it. He acted like it was the most normal thing in the world.

My gaze lingered a second longer than I should have. Just a second. Maybe two.

— Haha… admiring shirtless Zayne? — I heard Jacques’ voice close by, almost making me jump.

— N-NO, I-I WASN’T, I JUST… — I stammered, tangled trying to justify the unjustifiable.

— Relax! — he laughed loudly. — Knew you were perfect for this club… nailed it again!

He winked at me and moved on as if nothing had happened. This guy was impossible.

We continued. Jacques guided me through the rest of the floor as if he were showing a newly discovered palace, even though outside it still looked like a collapsing abandoned house.

The first stop was the kitchen, and to my surprise, it was amazing.

— This one I insisted on fixing right away — Jacques said proudly.

It was large and modern. The countertops had a matte gray finish that matched the minimalist style of the space. A mirrored mini-fridge stood in the corner between cabinets, there was a built-in stove, a wide sink, and further ahead, a tall table with bar stools. Beautiful, like it came straight out of a design catalog, just missing the decoration. It was still somewhat empty, but the potential was real.

Next, he showed me the bathrooms, two in total, one on each side of the hallway. Both well-lit, with new tiles, and surprisingly clean. Jacques made sure to open the door just enough for me to see, as if saying, “Trust me, it’s decent.”

— This is the club’s meeting room — he said, opening a double door.

The room was spacious, with a large table in the center surrounded by black chairs. But what really caught my eye was the giant projector on the back wall—it looked like a cinema screen. I had to admit, it gave the place a professional vibe.

Then we passed four empty rooms, all with light wooden floors and large windows. Jacques explained they would be dorms for members in the future, once the paperwork was done and they could officially use the house as a university extension.

— The idea is that main members could even sleep here if they want — he said, excited. — But there’s still decorating to do, approvals from the council, and beds to add. For now, it’s just floors and echo.

Finally, he took me to a small office, with an improvised sign on the door: “Coordination.”

— This one belongs to Emilia — he commented, opening slowly as if afraid to be overheard.

Inside, everything was impeccably organized. There were stacked colored folders, two computer screens, pens labeled by color… an aura of “touch anything here and you die.”

Even though Jacques was the “founder,” it was clear that Emilia was the one who ran the place and handled almost everything. He even tried to downplay it, but the way he spoke of her… she was more like a manager than a boss.

— And that’s just the ground floor — he said, smiling. — Still need to show you the upper floor.

— W-Wait… — I stopped in the hallway before going up.

With the tour, I had some time to think. More than I thought I needed, actually.

— I’ve been thinking about my decision… while you were showing me around.

Jacques paused on the step above, turning to me with that sparkle in his eyes he always had when he expected something good.

— Ohhh… have you decided? — he asked excitedly.

I took a deep breath. It was now.

— I’ve been avoiding opportunities for too long… — I began, trying to organize my words. — Whenever I need to face the future, I step back. I hide. And for that reason, I think it’s time to change that.

— This club seems unique. Different. Maybe even a little crazy — I laughed, slightly embarrassed — but today, even without understanding everything yet, I could already feel a bit of what it’s like to be part of something. And that… felt good.

— So… — I looked straight at him, my heart beating faster than it should. — I want to join the club, Jacques.

For a second, he was completely silent. Then he smiled as if he’d just won the lottery.

— HA! I knew it! — he shouted, throwing his arms in the air. — I knew you were the right one! My intuition never fails, never!

He stepped down, stopped beside me, and placed a hand on my shoulder.
— Welcome to the club, Ace. I promise you won’t regret it.

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— You have no idea how happy this makes me, Ace! — Jacques said, grinning ear to ear, his expression radiating enthusiasm.

— I’m glad to hear that, haha! — I replied, a little embarrassed. — But I still don’t understand… why so much interest in me? I don’t think there’s anything special about me compared to the others who could join the club.

Jacques tilted his head, eyes sparkling with that theatrical flair of his.

— Believe me… I can feel from afar when I find someone tailor-made for our club, hehe~

— So… is there anything I can do already? — I asked, excited.

— Hmmm… already eager for your first task, huh? — he chuckled softly, almost savoring the scene. — But before we get into action, I need you to fetch another member I recently nominated.

— Oh yeah? Who?

— His name is Derek Kingsfield. — Hearing it, I felt like I had seen that name somewhere before. — He’s a senior, 24 years old, star of the football team… and from House Ares.

“A senior, 24, football player…” All I could think was: giant, strong, probably irresistible. Just my type.

— And where can I find him? — I asked, already ready to go.

— Probably in the dining hall for dinner… or in the dorm. — Jacques laughed, remembering it was already night.

— Wow, didn’t even notice the time. — I said, turning to the window, showing the dark night outside.

— Relax — he waved his hand. — Tomorrow at 2 PM, you can find him on the football field.

I felt a small disappointment. I was excited to start today itself.

— Haha, I know you wanted to dive into the activities right away, huh? — Jacques said, as if reading my thoughts. — But you can’t ruin the fun. Tomorrow at 4, we officially start… you and Derek.

My heart raced just thinking about it.

— You can count on me, Jacques.

— I know you will! — he laughed, satisfied. — Now I’m going to finish a few things here. You can go rest if you want.

— I better, the dorms lock early for freshmen… sigh

— Haha, then go! It was a pleasure meeting you, Ace. I’m sure we’re going to have a lot of fun from now on, hehe~

— Likewise, Jacques. Good night! — I said, turning toward the door.

Time cut

I arrived at the dorms with only five minutes to spare before the doors locked. Any later, and I’d have to sleep at the club… I sighed while rushing up the stairs.

My heart was still racing, not just from running, but from anticipation. Tomorrow seemed like it could change everything, to the point I could barely imagine being able to close my eyes tonight.

I turned the doorknob and entered the room. Strangely, everything was spotless. The bed was made, the desk organized, even the papers I had thrown around were out of sight. That had to be Matt.

I remembered exactly how I left the room before rushing to class. Total chaos.

I tossed my backpack on the bed and then noticed it.

There was a neatly placed lunchbox beside it… along with a folded note on top.

I picked up the note and, just by the way it was folded and the almost scribbled handwriting, I recognized who it was from. I opened it and began to read:

“Hey, Ace.
Tidied up your room before I left. You had an entire collection of dirty papers (we both know what those are for, too many times) under the bed… and not to mention the magazines with naked men poorly hidden behind the headboard. Seriously, did you think no one would notice?
I checked the dining hall at dinner, but you weren’t there. Came here, still nothing. So I figured: this crazy guy didn’t eat again. Hence, this lunchbox — thank me later.
Oh, and you must be wondering: ‘Why didn’t Matt message?’ Well, maybe because this guy forgot his phone before leaving… and left it open on that site you frequent way too much. Quite the scene, huh?”

I blushed just reading it. Between embarrassment and an involuntary smile, I didn’t know whether to laugh, curse, or hide. That idiot… only Matt could write a note like this.

I set the letter aside, opened the lunchbox, the smell reminding me I was really hungry, and sat on the bed, thinking that, after all, it was good to have someone like him looking out for me sometimes.

After eating, I did my hygiene routine and flopped onto the bed, knowing I wouldn’t sleep well. My body was tired, but my mind… wouldn’t stop. Derek. Jacques. Zayne. Emilia. “Activities.” Everything replayed like a movie in my head, keeping me from relaxing.

The next day

I got out of the shower, skin still warm from the steam, and dressed quickly. I had woken up early on purpose, not just to avoid being late, but because anxiety wouldn’t let me stay in bed. My stomach was in knots, yet I went down for breakfast.

Since yesterday, I couldn’t stop thinking about Derek and what awaited us. In all the rush to get to the dorms on time, I had forgotten to ask Jacques what kind of “activities” exactly. All I knew was: “amateur action films.” Just that. Me, who had never acted even in a school play, now getting involved? I was sure I’d be terrible.

Arriving at the dining hall, for the fifth time since starting college, I was struck with the same awe as always. The architecture was breathtaking, following the same grand style as the administration: tall columns, stained glass bathing the hall in golden light, a ceiling so high it felt like a cathedral. No matter how many times I passed through those doors, I always felt reduced to an amazed spectator.

I grabbed my plate, ate quickly more out of necessity than appetite, and headed straight to class.

Hours in the classroom passed in the blink of an eye. Never had a class felt so short. Maybe because I barely heard a word of the lecture. My mind was elsewhere, tangled in nerves, thoughts, and the decision to accept Jacques’ invitation.

There was no turning back now.

It was 1:50 PM when I made my way to the football field. My heart raced as if it already knew I was about to meet someone out of my league. Derek Kingsfield. A senior, 24, star of the team. Just thinking about it made me feel like an insignificant dwarf.

I’d probably be overwhelmed, not only by his size but also by the fans. Here, any notable athlete was treated like a celebrity. Zayne knew that firsthand. If Derek was even half of what I imagined, getting close to him would be a suicide mission.

But I had made a promise. It was my first task in the club, and I couldn’t fail.

Time cut

I arrived at the field and was breathless. It was massive, with stands that seemed to hug the entire field. The same grand university architecture was there too, turning even a stadium into something almost sacred. How could every corner of this place be so impressive?

I stepped onto the grass slowly, walking across the green, perfectly maintained turf. I was so mesmerized by the scenery that I didn’t even notice the players training on the other side, sprinting explosively, kicking, shouting instructions.

— WATCH OUT THERE, OH—!

By the time I heard the warning, it was too late.

A brutal impact hit me. Everything went dark. For a moment, I thought: did I die? Is this how it ends?

Distant voices echoed over me.

— Is he okay, Derek?
— I think he passed out… Hey, can you hear me?

Derek? So he’s the one who “killed” me? How ironic.

Gradually, I realized I could still feel my body. The agonizing pain in my stomach, the weight on my chest. I wasn’t dead, just stunned. After a few seconds of effort, I managed to open my eyes.

And the first face I saw was his.

— Finally awake… what a relief — said the man with a warm smile, the kind that disarms any defense. So this is Derek.

And I, who thought getting close to him would be hard… was now literally in his arms. I could feel every rigid muscle pressing against me, firm, solid, like a living wall. But I couldn’t ignore the sting burning in my abdomen.

— Aaarrhhh… — I groaned softly, contorting my face.
Derek’s smile vanished instantly, replaced by concern.

Without hesitation, he lifted my shirt. The cold air hit my sweaty skin, revealing my abdomen. Great… just the one part of my body I consider decent, and he’s examining it like a doctor.

— Here? — he asked, pressing lightly with his warm, firm palm on the reddened area.

I gasped in pain.
— Y-yes… it hurts a l-lot…

— Bring ice, quick! — his voice rang like a command, firm and authoritative. Not a request, an order from a captain.

Even with blurred vision, I noticed shadows moving around. The other players were nearby, but I only saw Derek’s eyes, intense, attentive to every breath.

— Here! — someone ran over, bringing a towel wrapped around ice.

Derek grabbed it, never breaking eye contact, pressing the cold pack to my abdomen. The chill burned instantly, making me hold my breath.

— I’ll take him to the locker room — he announced in a grave tone, almost too calm for the situation. — There’s a first-aid kit there. Keep training.

Before I could protest, I felt my entire body lifted.

Carried like… a princess.

Wait. I’m in the arms of a hot football player, being carried like a scene from a romance? I must be dreaming.

He ran with me to the locker room, and each step made my body bump against his, hard and hot like sun-baked stone. If I was already close to fainting, now I might die—but not from pain, from pure arousal.

The locker room smell hit me as we entered: a mix of fresh showers, masculine sweat, and the damp air of a changing room. Strangely, instead of discomfort, I felt a wave of comfort… or maybe it was just Derek’s presence filling the entire space.

He carefully placed me on a bench against the wall, as if I were made of glass, and went to fetch the first-aid kit. The room seemed ordinary, but my head throbbed, every detail amplified.

Derek returned and sat in front of me. He opened the box, took out a bandage, stretching the fabric before tearing it with his teeth. Seriously, did he have to do it that way? The simple gesture seemed absurdly sensual.

I braced myself on the bench, lifting slightly to make it easier. He approached and began wrapping my abdomen carefully, firm enough to hold, but soft as if afraid to hurt me.

Now I was bandaged by that Greek-god pair of hands.

Less stunned, I held the ice pack against my sore skin again. That’s when I could truly take in the view in front of me.

Derek. Sitting with legs apart, elbows on his knees, leaning toward me. A privileged view.

Reddish hair, slightly messy, perfectly framing an absurdly symmetrical face, almost unreal. Clear, intense, worried eyes locked on mine, only making the effect more hypnotic.

I lowered my gaze, noticing he had removed part of his gear. Now he wore only a tight white tank top, almost clinging to his body. The fabric barely concealed his defined abs, broad shoulders, solid chest. Taller than me, even more imposing than Zayne, which seemed impossible.

His training pants, tight, showed every detail that… okay, better not think too much about that now.

The silence was almost suffocating. The distant sound of dripping showers faded, leaving only our breaths, unconsciously syncing.

— You scared me out there… — he said, low, husky. So close I almost felt it vibrate inside me.

— S-sorry… — I stammered, glancing away for a second, only to realize how impossible it was to stay away from him.

He leaned slightly closer, face now inches from mine. The scent of soap mixed with light sweat was intoxicating, almost dizzying again. His hand pressed gently on my leg, as if confirming I was still there, present, real.

— No need to apologize — he said, still staring as if trying to pierce my soul. — Just… try to be more careful.

I nodded silently, any words now would be useless. My whole body was on alert, my mind screaming not to do anything stupid… but my heart raced, and his proximity was overwhelming.

For a moment, I felt like he might lean in even closer, breaking the space between us. My chest filled with both expectation and fear. But instead, Derek slowly stepped back, taking a deep breath, as if controlling himself.

He grabbed the first-aid kit and closed it with a sharp click, breaking the spell that held us.

— You’ll be fine now — he said, voice returning to calm, but still with a shadow of intensity. — I’ll make sure of it.

And all I could do was nod again, still feeling the weight of his hand burning on my leg, even after he had stepped away.

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And then we just stayed there. The pain had eased considerably, leaving only a faint discomfort, just enough to remind me of what had happened. Derek was right in front of me, organizing the first-aid kit and tidying some equipment, but every now and then, he cast cautious glances in my direction. The way he looked at me… almost made me forget the pain.

I, on the other hand, couldn’t take my eyes off him. It was as if I were hypnotized. The movement of his strong yet careful hands, the natural way he moved in that space, the serious expression that occasionally softened with a slight smile… Everything about him held my attention. And suddenly, I realized I had even forgotten the real reason I was there.

— So… are you going to tell me what you were doing so close to the field? — he asked suddenly, turning his gaze straight to me. His deep voice jolted me out of my trance.

— A-ah… I… I… — the words stumbled out of my mouth, and I felt my face heat up.

He chuckled softly, tilting his head, letting a warm smile slip through.

— Haha, no need to be so nervous. I don’t bite.

The warmth in my face rose even higher. I swallowed hard and tried to make something up quickly.

— S-sorry… I’m still a bit dizzy, I guess it’s messing with my thinking… — I lied, hoping he’d believe me.

Derek sighed, and his calm expression gave way to a shadow of regret.

— Yeah… I haven’t really apologized for that yet. — His eyes grew serious. — When I realized it, I was almost about to run you over. I only had time to shout…

I shook my head immediately.

— N-no, no, it wasn’t your fault. I shouldn’t have been standing on the field while you were training. — I smiled sincerely, trying to ease the tension. — And anyway, I’m feeling much better now. Thanks to you.

For a moment, his eyes softened, and the way he looked at me drove me crazy.

— Alright then… — Derek exhaled one last time, seemingly finally relieved. — I didn’t even ask your name.

— It’s Ace… Ace Andersson. — I replied, and he smiled slightly, as if committing the name to memory.

— Ace, huh… suits you. — he commented, still smiling.

I felt awkward, scratching the back of my neck, and let out a soft laugh.

— Haha, I don’t know if that’s a compliment or just something you said.

He chuckled briefly, his broad shoulders trembling slightly.

— Consider it a compliment. — he said in that half-serious, half-playful tone that left me flustered.

— And what brings you to the rugby stadium, Ace? — he asked next, tilting his head curiously. — Thinking about joining the team?

— A-ah, no! Haha… have you looked at me? Compared to you guys, I’m a tiny dwarf.

Derek raised his eyebrows, shaking his head slowly.

— You’re not tiny. — he said firmly, then paused, frowning as if reconsidering. — I’d say you’re… above average height. Or… just average.

We laughed together, the sound echoing through the empty locker room, breaking the tension. His laugh was deep and warm, and for a moment it felt like we were just two friends chatting, not a football player saving a clumsy freshman.

As the laughter faded, I remembered why I was there. My expression turned slightly more serious, and I cleared my throat before speaking:

— Actually… I’m from the film club. — I said. — Jacques asked me to come get you here… for the four o’clock activity.

— Wow… didn’t expect that from you, haha. — Derek let out a short laugh, almost embarrassed, and I couldn’t understand why.

— What do you mean? — I asked, frowning, confused.

He looked away for a moment, as if searching for the right words. — I don’t know… just didn’t imagine you’d be interested in… that kind of thing.

Each phrase he said only made my confusion grow. What kind of thing was he even talking about? It’s not like it’s weird for someone to like films.

— A-actually… I’m not really sure yet. — I admitted, trying to keep my voice steady. — I’m completely lost about what I want for my future. My only options were this club or any other… and well, since this one is so “exclusive,” I couldn’t pass up the opportunity.

He raised an eyebrow, leaning a little closer. — But… you’ve never done this before, right?

He must be talking about acting. My stomach twisted.

— N-no, never. I’m totally an amateur when it comes to the club. — I laughed awkwardly, scratching my head.

Derek stayed silent for a few seconds, weighing my words. His light smile disappeared, replaced by a more serious expression.

— Are you sure this is your best choice? — he asked, his deep voice soft, almost paternal. — You know you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to in this club, right?

His eyes were fixed on me in a different way… not judgmental, genuinely concerned. And that, somehow, made me even more nervous.

— Y-yes… but I think it’s better to try than let it slip away again, haha. — I spoke too quickly, trying to sound confident, but my nervous laugh betrayed me immediately.

— Well, if you say so… — Derek let out a heavy sigh, like he still wasn’t fully convinced. He rested his elbows on his knees, leaning slightly toward me. — I still haven’t fully accepted the invitation myself. I asked for time to think… it’s been a week already.

He lifted his face and held my eyes firmly, as if he wanted to pierce my defenses. — But it seems I’ll have to accept… to make sure you’ll be alright.

The words hit me like a punch to the stomach. I didn’t know what to say, only felt heat rising up my neck until it spread across my entire face. I was blushing so hard it felt like I could catch fire.

I swallowed, glanced away for a second, but couldn’t hold it. Escaping his gaze was impossible. Every time I met those clear, concerned blue eyes, my chest tightened more.

“Is he serious? He accepted the club… just because of me?”

The silence between us was heavy, almost suffocating, but not uncomfortable. It was as if the air had thickened with something I couldn’t name.

— Since we’re in the locker room… — Derek slowly stood, muscles stretching under his tight tank top. He adjusted the hem as if it were nothing, but seemed fully aware of the effect. — …I’ll take a shower and get rid of the sweat. Then we’ll go, okay?

He gave a sly corner smile, lightly mischievous, like he knew exactly the shade of red on my face.

— O-Okay… — I replied, nearly choking on my own voice.

I tried to look elsewhere, but my eyes followed him. Derek walked to the showers, removing his shirt along the way, revealing every line of his defined abs. He tossed the fabric onto the bench without a care; the scene seemed to move in slow motion.

I froze, sitting on the bench, still holding the ice pack against my stomach. The sound of the shower echoed in the background — tchhhhh — water hitting the floor and his body, now a blurred silhouette through the rising steam.

My heart pounded so loud I thought the players outside could hear it.

“How the hell am I supposed to survive this…?”

I struggled to control myself from just standing up and crossing the few meters to the showers. Each water drop, every sound, seemed to echo in my head, pulling me closer to something I shouldn’t even consider.

I looked away, desperate for any distraction… but my eyes fell directly on the white tank top abandoned on the bench. The fabric still damp, marked with his sweat, carried that strong smell of training and his warm body.

My body reacted before my reason could intervene: an overwhelming urge to grab that piece of clothing, bury my face in it, lose myself in his scent.

I shut my eyes tightly, almost angry at myself.

“Why am I thinking about this so much? Why like this? I’ve always been a bit perverted, I know… but now it feels different. More intense. Like something is burning me from inside.”

I swallowed, trying to breathe normally again. But it was useless; every splash of water, every shadow moving behind the steam, made my mind scream. I would give anything to get closer.

Time seemed to drag in slow motion. I barely blinked, tracking every second, torn between fleeing and staying. The only sound was water hitting the tiles, each splash echoing in my chest like a drum.

When the sound finally stopped, my heart jumped. The steam spread through the locker room, and in it, Derek appeared, wearing only a towel around his waist. I almost saw… more than I should have. Even so, it was already too much.

My head spun. Seeing Derek now, shirtless, in full view, was almost torture. Perfectly sculpted muscles, broad shoulders, strong arms, solid chest, his skin still flushed from the heat of the shower, making everything even more irresistible.

— You okay? — his voice snapped me from the trance.

His eyes fell directly on my abdomen, where I was still absentmindedly pressing the ice pack. I was so hypnotized by him I barely remembered the pain—or the cold.

— Y-Yes… — I averted my gaze quickly, but knew he noticed the unmistakable shine in my eyes.

Derek moved closer slowly, with that calmness that made me even more nervous.

— Let me see how it’s doing.

He sat beside me, legs apart, and the space between us practically vanished. The narrow bench, with its edge against the wall where I was, trapped me there, with no way out. I felt the heat of his body before even being touched.

I swallowed, removed the ice pack, and lifted my shirt, exposing my abdomen. He removed the bandage and scanned the area as if analyzing every detail, firm and attentive. He leaned closer, his warm breath brushing against my skin.

— Looks much better… but it’ll probably bruise. — he sighed, his eyes softening with a hint of guilt. — Sorry again.

— It’s okay, it doesn’t even hurt anymore. — I smiled genuinely

But his smile in response was even more devastating.

— You even looked like a doctor messing with that kit… — I said, trying to make conversation, calmer now as he dressed.

Derek chuckled softly, running the towel through his still-wet hair.

— If it didn’t look like it, then that would be a problem… — he replied lightly. — I studied medicine for two years.

My eyes went wide, nearly choking.

— Wait… seriously? — I asked, unable to imagine it.

— Seriously. — he confirmed, laughing at my astonishment. — But I quit. Sports spoke louder… and other things too.

I exhaled, shaking my head.

— So besides being a star player, you could also be a doctor? — I teased, almost in disbelief. — I mean, you’re huge, handsome, and nice… now you also have to be smart?

He tossed the towel on the bench and gave a half-smile, a little awkward.

— Come on, don’t exaggerate. — he muttered. — But… I like doing different things. I also studied a bit of cooking.

My mouth opened in a short laugh, unable to hide it.

— So player, almost doctor, and can cook too. — I crossed my arms, looking at him with mock suspicion. — Trying to be perfect on purpose?

— Perfect? — he raised an eyebrow, amused, and leaned closer. — You have no idea about my flaws~

— Hm… I doubt it — I joked, but felt my heart race as I realized how close he was. — Maybe you snore.

He laughed, a deep, filling laugh that echoed in the locker room.

— Worse… I talk in my sleep.

I laughed loudly, shaking my head. — Alright, discovered the flaw.

He leaned slightly, resting his shoulder on the wall beside me, still smiling.

— And you? What are your flaws?

I swallowed, trying to think of a quick answer, but his gaze held me in a way that any silly excuse evaporated before I could speak.

— I-I… well, I almost never leave my dorm — I confessed, saying the first thing that came to mind. — But I think now, with the club, that’ll change. — I smirked shyly.

Derek tilted his head, as if analyzing my words carefully, then let out a brief smile.

— Yeah… I can see you’re not the type to be surrounded by people. — he commented, voice low, without judgment. — Maybe the club is really good for you.

— You think so? — I asked, genuinely curious.

— I do. — he replied firmly, holding my gaze for a few seconds longer than necessary. — It’ll pull you out of your comfort zone… make friends who enjoy the same things… but still, you need to be careful.

I swallowed, averting my eyes before my face betrayed the blush already rising.

— D-Don’t worry… with all this talking, I almost forgot why I’m here. — I murmured, trying to break the tension.

Derek glanced at his watch quickly, and his expression shifted, as if back to reality.

— Right… it’s almost time.

He bent to grab his sneakers, sat on the bench again, and put them on with the naturalness of someone used to being watched. Of course, I couldn’t help but notice every detail—the way his arm and back muscles stretched under the new tank top.

When he finished, he stood. Looked directly at me, smiling, now more relaxed.

— Shall we? — he said, as if it were the most natural thing for me to accompany him.

My heart raced at the thought of walking beside him, and all I could do was nod quickly.

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