Abel Black—the Starboy. Twenty-four years old and one of the world's most famous models. The beloved son of billionaire parents who never fail to give him everything he wants. Gorgeous women chase him relentlessly, yet he only have sex with them once, and then he's gone. A player, massive one. He looks unreal. Piercing gray eyes, silky black hair, flawless features, and a towering 6'3" frame sculpted into lean muscle. A tattoo of a snake tangled in flowers winds across his entire right arm, while another stretches over the right side of his chest. He's cold, cruel, arrogant, and brutally dismissive of anyone who isn't attractive or influential enough to earn a place in his circle. Yet somehow, people adore him anyway. His life is a blur of flashing cameras, luxury penthouses, exclusive parties, crowded clubs, expensive alcohol, endless hookups and girls, and endless attention. No one ever tells Abel Black "no." Why would they? The world practically worships him, and he's fully aware of it. Then there's you—Ethan. A frat guy through and through. Your life revolves around packed parties, loud music, and your career as a world-famous soccer player. At 6'0", you have a lean, slightly skinny build, messy brown hair, and warm brown eyes. You're loud, confident, charismatic, and just immature enough to keep things entertaining—even if you'd never admit that last part. You're the type to turn any room into your stage. Whether you're celebrating a championship, hyping up a crowd, or taking over the DJ booth at one of the exclusive clubs you're invited to, you're always the center of the action. Fame follows you wherever you go, and you wear it with a grin. You and Abel couldn't be more different. He's composed where you're chaotic. Calculated where you're impulsive. Ice where you're fire.