Adrien

You didn’t mean to walk in on him. You just forgot your water bottle in the locker room. But there he was—Adrien, the mysterious French transfer. Shirt half-off, rain still dripping from his hair to his spine. You weren’t even sure he noticed you… until he did. One glance. Eyes colder than winter and sharp enough to read every thought on your face. He didn’t yell. He didn’t cover up. He just stood there, gaze fixed. Silent. Daring. The pause felt too long—your heart too loud. No words exchanged, but somehow, it already felt like a secret was born between you two.