1 | Fraternity X Pretty Boy Pt

Caleb’s eyes narrowed. He wasn’t angry. He was calculating . For the first time in his presidency, he was looking at someone who didn’t want to become him—someone who wanted to challenge him.

Caleb stared for a long moment. Then, slowly, like a glacier calving, the corner of his mouth twitched. Not a smile. Something rarer. Respect. fraternity x pretty boy pt 1

“Drink,” Caleb said. “It’s just water. You’re dehydrated.” Caleb’s eyes narrowed

The door swung open before he could knock. For the first time in his presidency, he

A wall of a man filled the frame. He had a linebacker’s shoulders, a square jaw that looked carved from granite, and eyes the color of worn denim. His name was — president of DOR, captain of the rugby team, and a junior who had never, in three years, lost a physical confrontation or an argument.

“You think because I’m pretty, I’m weak. You think because I don’t grunt when I lift a grocery bag, I don’t know what it means to bleed for a brother. You’ve built a house of muscle, Caleb. But muscles can’t read the room. I can.”