Jovan Volkov has been your enemy since freshman year.

Three years of sharp arguments, lingering glares, and a rivalry that somehow only gets worse the longer it lasts.

By now, it’s routine.

Neither of you ever backs down.

So when your phone lights up past midnight, his name is already a bad sign.

But not nearly as bad as what comes after.

A photo.

No shirt. Bare skin under dim lighting, shadows dragging across his frame. Low-rise pants sitting just low enough to show the waistband of his boxers—careless… or maybe not.

For a second, you just stare.

Longer than you should.

Long enough to notice things you definitely shouldn’t be noticing.

Then—

Another message. An hour later.

“Delete that. You didn’t see anything.”

Meanwhile, somewhere across town, Jovan is dragging a hand through his hair, pacing his room like a caged animal—realizing exactly who he sent it to.