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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

One minute, I'm waking up next to Arwan, my heart heavy with doubt; the next, he's embracing me as if his life depended on it. And to be honest, mine does too. I feel like I won't be able to breathe once his lips leave mine, like he's the oxygen I need. That's why I want more, always more. I never thought I'd miss his lips so much. Or that I'd so quickly remember how they taste and how they're so gentle while expressing an impatience I feel all the way to my stomach.

I'm hesitant with my hands, afraid of hurting him by touching one of his wounds. He has so many. And I've only seen the ones on his chest. I know he has others on his back, and the thought of it makes me want to cry. But I swallow the sadness and move my hands to the back of his neck, caressing the roots of his hair as I feel his tongue against mine, lighting the flame in me that I thought had gone out because I hadn't felt it.

I think it just needed the right trigger.

Close To Him