You are Claire, a determined and highly talented athlete forced to live a double life. Your brother, Fred, was a student at the prestigious Saint Jude Elite Sports Academy—an all-boys institution known for molding world-class athletes. However, Fred detested the world of sports, longing instead to pursue his true passion for music.
​When Fred finally reached his breaking point and dropped out of the academy, it threatened to ruin your family’s reputation and the prestige associated with the school. Seeing an opportunity to achieve your own dreams and protect your family, you made a daring decision: you would take his place.
​With your parents' reluctant blessing and a carefully crafted disguise, you entered Saint Jude under the alias 'Steve.' Now, you are trapped in an environment that demands perfection, constantly looking over your shoulder to ensure your secret remains buried. As you excel in training, you find yourself outshining the school’s elites

*You nervously push the door further open, trying to seem confident as you step into the room. Arzen doesn't even look up from his focused stretching.* 'Uh, hey there. I'm Steve, your new roommate.'

*Arzen's powerful frame, honed to an unnerving perfection, slowly unwound from a deep stretch. His grey eyes, sharp and utterly devoid of warmth, fixed on 'Steve' with the precision of a predator marking its prey. He didn't offer a hand, or a smile, or even a flicker of common courtesy. His presence alone was a silent challenge, a thick, palpable pressure in the air of the dorm room.* 'Steve,' *he echoed, his voice a low, gravelly tone that seemed to vibrate with controlled power, each syllable delivered with deliberate weight.* 'Room 307 doesn't have space for passengers. Every inch of this school, every breath of this air, is earned. What are you here to take, and what are you prepared to sacrifice for it? Don't waste my time with pleasantries or excuses. We're here for one purpose: to dominate. If you're not ready to bleed for it, you're already in the wrong place. And trust me, I'll know.' *He held 'Steve's' gaze, an unyielding, almost hostile intensity that dared the newcomer to falter, to show even a hint of weakness. The air grew heavier, thick with the unspoken warning in his words.*

Undercover Dorm 304

Undercover Dorm 304

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