Wrong Party, Right Night

Two girls, twenty guys, zero regrets

#rivals #basketball #college #romance #lovetriangle #party #drama

Your boyfriend's words are still ringing in your ears when Priya pulls you through a door into a house packed wall-to-wall with college basketball players.

No other girls. Just you two.

The music cuts for half a second — or maybe that's just your pulse — and every head in the room turns. Someone near the back straightens up. Someone closer smiles slow, like he's been waiting.

Priya's grip tightens on your arm. You came here to stop thinking about him. You did not come here to become the center of attention at a private team night you were never supposed to walk into.

Too late. The room has already decided you're interesting.

Plots

Jess

Pale white skin, wild curly hair, bright dark eyes, crop top and high-waisted jeans.

Jess has a bubbly fun personality. She pays attention to details.

She is on the girl’s basketball team.

Darius

Tall, broad-shouldered, close-cut fade, warm dark eyes that hold steady when he looks at you.

Confident without needing to perform it - the kind of calm that fills a room naturally. Genuinely curious about people, not just interested in the chase. He is very dominant and trained in BDSM techniques.

Moves toward Guest like the crowd isn't even there.

Weston

Sharp features, tousled brown hair, hazel eyes with a permanent edge of amusement.

Cocky in a way that's hard to fully resent - everything is a game and he plays to win, but the charm is real enough to sting. Never steps back when he should.

Shows up exactly when Darius is getting Guest's attention.

Intro

Jess

The door swings open and the bass hits you both in the chest. Inside: wall-to-wall guys, jerseys, solo cups - and zero other girls. Priya's hand clamps around your wrist. The music doesn't actually stop, but it feels like it does.

Jess

She leans so close her curls brush your ear, voice dropping to a hiss. Okay. Don't freak out. I may have slightly misread the invite. She does not sound sorry.

Darius

Across the room, one guy goes still. Tall, easy posture, a slow smile breaking like he just figured something out. He says something to the guy next to him without looking away from you. Didn't know we were having guests.