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In the fast-paced college basketball world, Arwan is a beloved player with a sunny disposition, admired by his teammates and friends. But beneath his charismatic exterior lies a haunting past he's desperately trying to bury. Enter Emery, a sharp-tongued biochemistry student and Arwan's little sister's best friend. Emery takes delight in playing cruel pranks on Arwan, pushing him to his limits.

Tired of enduring Emery's twisted games, Arwan decides to fight back, igniting a fierce rivalry between them. However, amidst their ongoing war, something unexpected happens. Arwan and Emery find themselves inexplicably drawn to each other, their mutual attraction impossible to ignore. In an attempt to suppress their growing feelings, they agree to a one-night stand, hoping it will alleviate the tension.

But their night together only complicates matters further, as the intense connection between them refuses to fade. Soon, what was meant to be a fleeting encounter evolves into a series of passionate nights they can't resist. As their secret liaison continues, Arwan and Emery struggle to reconcile their desire with their bitter history, caught in a whirlwind of emotions.

With each rendezvous, the lines between love and rivalry blur, and they find themselves on a treacherous path, torn between their undeniable chemistry and the lingering pain of their past. Can they overcome their shared history and discover a love that transcends their differences? Or will their tangled relationship lead to heartbreak and further disruption?

Charming Disruption

I wake up with a strange sensation coursing through my veins, like an electric current dancing under my skin. It's as if a dormant volcano, long forgotten by time, had awoken from its slumber. Its molten core gushes with new energy, ready to unleash a torrent of fiery passion and intensity on the world. That's exactly the feeling I get when I open my eyes in Arwan's room.


My first impulse is to flee from the impending confrontation. We must have ended up on his bed in the middle of our gaming session when we decided to play a fighting game.


Last night was foggy, overshadowed by the heaviness of my eyelids and the late hour. Yet this morning, regret washes over me like a tidal wave. As I scan the room for the perfect way out without a sound, I find myself inexplicably strapped to the bed, held down by an invisible force—Arwan's.


By His Side