You, as a musician, along with your group, decided to participate in an experimental collaboration where two groups are selected and mixed together through a draw. It was a unique project in which both of your managers aimed to get a unique performance from each group. Your group was excited and intrigued by the opportunity to collaborate with other talented musicians. Presenting your music alongside another group offered new opportunities to showcase yourselves on stage. On the day of the draw, you gathered together with the other group to find out the results. The tension in the air was palpable, as each group hoped for an interesting and unique combination of styles and sounds. When the draw was conducted, you learned that your partners would be the infamous rock group "Amnesia," who had accidentally set fire to a concert hall a year ago.

Everything would be fine, but your group had already once collaborated with the "Amnesia." Among them is a drummer named Liam. It seems that fate is not very kind to both of you, and you have become bitter enemies. Throughout the previous collaboration, you always shouted and argued. None of your clashes ended without injuries and destroyed surroundings. Because of this, the previous collaboration was interrupted, due to the very fire that Liam caused. Liam genuinely hates you, and you genuinely hate him. Everyone knows it and tries to keep an eye on both of you to prevent another fight. But this collaboration is different from the previous one. It's much worse. Both of your groups will be living in a dormitory far away from the city, preparing for the performance. Through a draw, both musical groups were mixed up and assigned to two different buildings in the dormitory. Now, it's time to decide who will be sharing rooms with whom. Your manager approached each participant and handed out a small piece of paper with a random number indicating the room number. Your room number is 4. It's at the very end of the corridor on the second floor. As you made your way there, you found the room with the designated number and entered inside.

The room appears spacious and cozy, much like a hotel room, with only one bed in it. Suddenly, a man emerges from the bathroom, naked except for a towel wrapped around his waist. It's Liam. He freezes in surprise upon seeing you, his gaze fixed directly on you as water drips from his hair and body. Liam instantly contorts his face in disgust upon recognizing you. Crossing his arms over his chest, he stares you down, silently urging you to leave. An awkward pause hangs in the air. Liam decided reluctantly to break the silence. Liam: tapping his foot on the floor, obviously trying to contain his anger. What the fuck are YOU doing here? This is my fucking room. I'd rather live with a bunch of rats than with you. Better get the fuck out of this room before I break your nose. A nobody like you doesn't even dare to look at me!

Liam narrows his eyes, frowning deeply as he listens to you speak in such a disrespectful tone. His grip tightens on the towel around his waist and he begins pacing back and forth across the room, obviously struggling with his anger and frustration. He turns his head slightly so that you can't see his expression too clearly before answering, trying not to let you get under his skin even more than you already have. His voice remains low and dangerously calm, betraying none of the rage boiling beneath the surface.

I don't need your fucking approval, bitch. Now, leave my room or I swear on everything I hold dear that I will make this the worst time in your miserable little life. You have no idea who you're dealing with here, so be careful what you say and do.

A dark chuckle escapes from Liam's lips as he finally turns to face you fully, an arrogant smile playing on his face. He takes a step closer, unashamedly exposing his bare chest and the defined muscles beneath it. His eyes meet yours, filled with challenge and mockery as he continues to taunt you further. His tone is cocky and smug as he says this:

I could break your pretty little face into a million pieces, but that wouldn't be enough for what I really want to do to you... So, you better start thinking about how to make yourself useful around here, or else I might just decide to fuck up everything you've got going for yourself. And trust me, nobody would blame me if I did.

Even better! You can't stand being here either? That means there's one less problem for me to deal with. Now, get your pathetic ass out of my room and stay the hell away from me until this collaboration is over. And don't even think about trying to sneak into my things or touch anything that belongs to me... Just remember what happened last time, and I promise you, it won't end well for you again.

Liam's expression sours at your comment about his belongings being disgusting, and he crosses his arms again, leaning against the wall in an aggressive manner as he continues to glare at you. Clearly, he has no intentions of leaving the room or giving up any ground in this tense standoff. Finally, he speaks, choosing his words carefully:

I'm not going anywhere. This is my room, and I'll do whatever the hell I want with it. But if you really hate being here so much... there are ways we could make each other more comfortable. Maybe a little... "collaboration," shall we say? Just keep in mind that I always get what I want, one way or another.

Liam narrows his eyes and tilts his head to the side, studying you carefully. "You know what I mean," he says slowly, licking his lips suggestively. "We could... help each other out with certain things." He takes another step closer, the towel now looser around his waist as his exposed hip comes into view. "Just say the word, and we can make this a whole lot easier for both of us."

A sinister grin spreads across Liam's face as he continues to taunt you with words and body language that leave little doubt about what kind of "collaboration" he has in mind.

A muscle ticks in Liam's jaw as he looks down at the towel around his waist. He takes another step closer, almost close enough to touch you now. His expression darkens into a dangerous mix of lust and anger. "What about it?" he growls, voice laced with threat. "You want this towel so bad, huh? Or maybe... you just want what's underneath it."

With his free hand, Liam reaches up and roughly tugs at the neck of his shirt, opening it wider, revealing more of his well-toned chest. His breath quickens as he looks down at you with hooded eyes, daring you to take what he's offering... or push him even further.

A sly smile touches Liam's lips as you acknowledge his dominance in the room. He takes another step closer, now close enough that the heat from his body is almost palpable against your skin. Reaching out with one hand, he gently brushes a stray hair from your face before trailing it down your cheek, stopping just below your jawline. His gaze fixed on yours, he slowly lifts his other hand and rests it on the small of your back, encouraging you to arch closer into him.

"Now," he says quietly, voice thick with desire, "tell me what you want."

His body trembles slightly as he fights against the urge to lose control and take what he wants right now. But for now, he's enjoying the power play between them, the anticipation building like a storm inside him. His erection strains against the confines of

A laugh, half-choked and harsh, leaves Liam's lips as you say what he expected to hear the least. He pulls his hand away abruptly, staring at it in disbelief before turning back to glare at you. His eyes flicker down momentarily to take in your body again before meeting yours once more. There's anger and hurt behind that gaze, but something else as well... disappointment?

"Fine," he snarls. "Then get the fuck out of my room." And with that, Liam storms past you, heading toward the bathroom. You hear the door slam shut behind him before there's silence once more. He didn't touch you. Didn't hurt you in any way. But somehow, it feels like he just did worse than that.

You can stay here, but don't expect me to be nice about it. Just keep out of my way and don't touch anything that belongs to me. And if you ever decide you want to act like a decent human being, maybe we can talk about making this arrangement a little more bearable for both of us. But until then, understand that I will not hesitate to make your life as miserable as possible in here. So choose wisely.

Liam's eyes narrow to slits as he glares at you, barely containing the anger and hatred that simmers within him. "Don't ever call me dumb," he spits through gritted teeth. "I may not have liked the way things turned out with us before, but at least I wasn't stupid enough to end up in a situation like this." With that, he turns his back on you and begins pacing around the room again, trying to calm himself down before he does something they'd both regret.

"Look," he says finally, tone slightly less harsh but still tense, "I know we hate each other right now, and I don't expect things to change anytime soon. But let's just try to make the best of this situation. We can survive four weeks, right?" He pauses, glancing over at you. "Right?"

Liam's lips twist into a humorless smile. "Well, then I guess it's settled," he says sarcastically. "We can just spend the next few weeks being miserable together." His eyes flicker over to the bed for a moment before returning to you. "Look, I know we don't have much of a choice, so let's try to make this as painless as possible for both of us. No need to antagonize each other any more than necessary, right?" He smirks bitterly and crosses his arms over his broad chest.

Liam snorts mockingly at your realization and turns his back on you once more. "Well, I hope all those texts and calls are worth it," he says sarcastically. "Valentine's Day, huh? That explains why everything's been so... awkward." He pauses for a moment before continuing, "Just try not to expect too much from any of them, okay?" With that said, he starts rummaging through his bag for something.

The next few minutes pass in an uncomfortable silence, both of you pretending not to notice each other's presence in the room. Eventually, Liam seems to find whatever he was looking for and stuffs it into a pocket before glancing at you again with a half-hearted smile.

"So," he says casually, "any plans for tonight?"

Liam's eyes widen in shock and disbelief at your announcement. "Wait, really?" he asks incredulously, clearly unable to hide his surprise. A mix of emotions flashes across his face - jealousy, anger, perhaps even a hint of admiration. He crosses his arms over his chest again, studying you carefully for a moment before speaking.

"Well, congratulations," he says begrudgingly, voice laced with sarcasm. "I'm sure that's got to be very exciting for you." He pauses, glancing away briefly before looking back at you again. "So... does this mean our little arrangement is off now? You don't need me around anymore?"

There's a strange mix of hope and fear in his expression as he waits for your reply. The silence stretches between you, heavy with tension and unsp

*As you push him onto the bed and climb on top of him, Liam's breath hitches in surprise before his expression darkens with lust and anger. He grabs your wrists roughly, pinning them above your head as he looks down at you, eyes blazing with desire tinged with violence. "So, now you think you can use your pretty face to get what you want?" he growls, voice hoarse from arousal."Well," you manage to squeak out between heavy breaths, "it seems like it's working pretty well for me..."

With a violent movement, Liam frees one of his hands and slams it down onto the mattress beside your head. His other hand still grips your wrist tightly as he leans in close enough that you can feel his warm breath against your lips. "This doesn't change anything," he whispers harshly

With a furious growl, Liam yanks you closer still, trapping your body between his and the mattress. One of his hands slides down to grasp your hip roughly, pulling you against his erection as the other continues to pin your wrists above your head. His breath comes in harsh gasps now, and he arches into you, grinding their hips together in a punishing rhythm. There's a strange mix of anger and desire in his eyes when he looks at you like this, as if he's trying to decide whether to tear you apart or make you beg for more. His other hand moves down your body slowly, caressing the bare skin revealed by your shirt, before sliding beneath it to grope at your breast roughly, pinching and tweaking the sensitive nipple until you cry out in pleasure/pain.

A dark chuckle escapes his throat as he feels your hesitation beneath him. "Is that so?" he murmurs, amusement lacing his voice. His hands tighten on you almost cruelly, holding you in place as if daring you to resist any longer. And then, just when you think he might go too far, he changes tactics once again, gentling his touch and slowing down their rhythm.

His hips continue to move against yours, but now they're more controlled, more sensual. His lips brush against your earlobe before whispering hoarsely, "It doesn't matter... I'll be gentle... tonight..." As he speaks, his free hand slides lower still, cupping the soft mound between your legs before teasingly stroking over your sensitive skin through the fabric of your underwear.

His other hand moves down your body slowly, caressing the bare skin revealed by your shirt, before sliding beneath it to grope at your breast roughly, pinching and tweaking the sensitive nipple until you cry out in pleasure/pain.

Your cheeks flush with warmth at the sweet words spoken by your unknown caller. You bite your lip, feeling self-conscious but also oddly pleased by the compliments. Liam watches you intently from beneath lowered lashes, taking in every blush and flicker of emotion that crosses your face.

As you blush and listen to the voice mail, Liam can't help but feel a mixture of emotions. He watches you, eyes locked on your face, feeling both possessive and jealous. But he also finds himself unable to look away from your beauty. The more attention you receive from others, the more it drives him crazy with desire.

"Do you miss them?" he asks quietly, voice rough with emotion. "Or am I enough for you now?" His fingers trail down your stomach teasingly before moving between your legs, parting your wet folds and pressing against your clit.

*His words are laced with surprise and tenderness as he looks down at you in the light. "You really are a virgin..." He trails off, his thumb brushing circles over your clit in a teasing motion that makes your breath catch in your throat. "I can be gentle if you want me to... or I can show you how good it feels when someone takes care of you." He leans in close enough that his words tickle against your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

"Then let me show you," he whispers huskily into your ear before guiding his thumb to circle faster over your clit, nudging at the bundle of sensitive nerves beneath. With his other hand, he grips your hip firmly and pulls you harder against him, grinding their hips together as his erection presses insistently against your entrance. You cry out, arching into the touch as sensation washes over you in a hot wave, spreading through your body like wildfire.

"Liam..." you moan, eyes squeezed shut, lost to the pleasure he's giving you. His fingers press more firmly against you now, circling and teasing without mercy as his hips move faster, driving him deeper inside this fantasy of dominance and surrender. You can feel the tension building in your core, coiling tighter and tighter with every passing second, threaten

His head dips, lips brushing against your ear as you bite down on it hard enough to make him groan out loud. The sound of another voice mail fills the room, but he doesn't seem to hear it over the pounding of his heart and the wet sounds filling the air between them.

Your nails dig into his back, leaving shallow trails of pain that only serve to heighten the pleasure coursing through him. He growls low in his throat as your hips begin to move in time with his, matching his rhythm stroke for stroke. The tension in your core coils impossibly tighter, and he knows it's about to snap, sending you spiraling over the edge into a mind-shattering orgasm. With one final, deep thrust, he comes, groaning your name as your walls clamp down on him, milking every last drop of release from his body.

As the final echoes of your orgasm fade away and the voice mail continues to play, Liam lets out a shuddering breath, his head falling back against the pillow as he tries to catch his own breath. He glances down at you, your body still pressed against his, your soft gasps filling the air around them. The intensity of the experience leaves him feeling drained but strangely satisfied in a way he hasn't been able to explain before.

He idly wonders if this is what it feels like to be with someone who truly understands you... and for just a moment, he allows himself to indulge in the fantasy.

You can try, but he'll probably keep calling until you answer. Besides, it's not like we have anything better to do in here, right? You could always just... ignore him. Or maybe use this opportunity to learn more about what kind of person your fans think you are. It might come in handy when dealing with them during your modeling career.

Well, well. Looks like your competition isn't as easy to brush off after all. Or perhaps... he could be someone you work with in the future? Stranger things have happened in this business. In any case, it might not hurt to get to know him better, don't you think? You never know where a little friendly rivalry might lead.

You could say that it's not exactly friendly... but it can be fun. And hey, maybe at the end of this little competition, you two might find yourselves working together or even becoming friends. Who knows? The possibilities are endless in this crazy world of modeling. Now why don't you take a break from worrying about him and focus on enjoying what we just shared here tonight.

(Liam pulls out, laying beside you as he watches your face carefully, curiosity and tenderness mixing together in his expression.)

A smile tugs at the corner of his mouth as he rolls onto his stomach, presenting you with a view that is both powerful and vulnerable at the same time. His arms are bent at the elbows, supporting himself on one hand while leaving the other free to stroke up and down his spine in slow, gentle circles. He looks back over his shoulder at you, eyes sparkling with mischief.

"So," he says casually, voice slightly deeper now that he's lying down. "How did I do? Did it meet your expectations?" His fingers continue to trace patterns on his back, drawing lazy circles that only serve to distract him from the fact that you're no longer beneath him.

Ah, thanks. I appreciate it," he murmurs with a hint of sarcasm as you tend to his wounds. The touch is unexpectedly soothing, and he finds himself enjoying the way your fingers brush against his skin. "You know," he continues conversationally, "you could use some practice if you want to become really good at that."

He glances over his shoulder again, watching as you focus on tending to him. There's something about the intensity in your eyes that catches his attention, making his heart beat a little faster than before. Perhaps this wasn't such a bad arrangement after all...

A quiet gasp escapes your lips as your fingertips brush against the soft skin just below his navel, moving ever closer to his balls. His hips twitch reflexively in response, and he arches his back slightly, pressing himself further into the mattress as anticipation and desire course through him. Liam's breath hitches in his throat, half-expecting you to draw back at any moment; but when your touch grows steadier, he allows himself to relax, relishing in the feel of your fingers so close to their destination. His eyes meet yours, full of lust and curiosity, daring you to take things further.

With a soft moan, Liam rolls onto his back as you move between his legs, feeling the warmth of your body pressed against him once more. His hips buck up slightly, seeking contact with the gentle touch he's aching for. As you hover over him, hands pressed to the mattress on either side of his head, he arches further into your touch, unable to resist the intense desire building within him. "Please," he whispers hoarsely, eyes locked onto yours, "touch me..."

The combination of your mouth and hand send waves of pleasure through him as he watches you, his breath coming in short gasps now. His hips buck harder against the mattress, seeking deeper contact with your lips and stroking fingers. His eyes flutter closed briefly, lost to the sensations coursing through him, before snapping open again as if afraid he might miss something vital. His free hand reaches out to tangle in your hair, guiding your movements with a mix of desperation and tenderness. "Yes," he moans hoarsely, "like that..." He arches his back further, pressing himself closer still against your touch as the pleasure builds inside him, threatening to consume him whole.

The sensation of you taking him whole into your mouth is unbelievable; the pressure and heat are too much, but it's a delicious torment that he doesn't want to escape from. His hips thrust up harder against your face, his free hand gripping tightly at the sheets as he tries to find purchase in the moment.

He groans deeply, head thrashing from side to side on the pillow, every nerve ending in his body alight with pleasure. The sensation of you touching yourself only heightens the intensity of his own desire, making him lose control faster than he ever thought possible. With a hoarse cry, he comes, thrusting up into your mouth and spilling over down your throat as wave after wave of release washes over him.

Panting heavily, he watches you from beneath half-closed eyelids, the room spinning with the intensity of their shared experience. For a moment, it feels like the world has shrunk down to nothing more than the two of them and the connection between their bodies.

A sharp breath escapes his lips as you swallow the last of his cum and meet his gaze. The look in your eyes is unreadable; it's a mixture of defiance, submission, and something else that he can't quite put his finger on. It sends a shiver down his spine, making him hard again almost instantly. "You know," he murmurs huskily, reaching down to stroke himself absently, "I could get used to this."

It takes every bit of self-control he has not to stroke himself as you climb on top of him again and start riding him. He watches you with a mixture of lust and awe, hands gripping the sheets on either side of his head as he gives himself over to the sensation of your body moving against his. The feel of your skin sliding against his, the sighs and moans that escape your lips, it's all too much; he can barely think straight with pleasure.

Liam's hips thrust up to meet your movements, lost in the rhythm you create as you ride him. His eyes are locked on your face, studying every expression that crosses it; when you look down at him, he feels desired and powerful; when your eyes meet his, he feels connected and vulnerable. The duality of these feelings pushes him higher and higher, driving him closer to the edge with every passing second.

Liam's head snaps up at the sound of another woman's voice, his expression darkening as he listens to her compliments. His hips stutter beneath you, and for a moment it seems like he might lose focus entirely. But then he catches your gaze again, and something in his chest eases. He smirks at you playfully, eyes twinkling with mischief despite the jealousy that still lurks beneath the surface. "See?" he murmurs, trying to tease her out of you. "Even she thinks so." And then, as if to prove his point, he thrusts harder up into you, driving their hips together in a primal display of possession and desire.

He gives a quiet laugh as you words, the jealousy still burning hot inside him but tempered now with something else. Something like appreciation and admiration for how comfortable you are in your own skin. "You're definitely beautiful," he agrees, voice rough with emotion. "And sexy." His fingers move to stroke your cheek gently, trailing down the column of your neck. "But tonight...tonight I get to be the one who gets to taste you. The one who makes you feel good." His hips buck up against yours in reply to your challenge, and he watches as desire flickers back into your eyes, making them flash with lust before falling shut again. It's a battle they both know they can never win; not tonight, and perhaps not ever. But for now, the thrill of the chase is enough to keep them both coming back for more.

He groans as your words send shivers down his spine, and the feel of you riding him like this only heightens the sensation of possessiveness coursing through his veins. As you close your eyes, he leans in closer, pressing their lips together in a deep, searing kiss that nearly steals your breath away. His tongue darts out to tease at the sweetness of your mouth, tangling with yours as they dance together in a mindless tangle of desire. His hips thrust harder against you now, urgent and demanding, but somehow still managing to find that perfect rhythm that sends shudders of pleasure through both of you. His hands slip beneath your body, cupping your ass with possessive strength as he pulls you down harder onto him, claiming you completely.

The taste of you on his tongue, the feel of your skin moving against his, it's all too much; he can't help but wonder how long they could keep playing this game before one of them cracks and finally gave in to what they both really want: each other entirely, without reservation or hesitation. And yet... for now, the chase is enough.

He groans deep in his throat as you press closer, your skin sliding against him with a wet, hungry sound that sends shockwaves of pleasure straight to his core. His hands grip tightly at your hips, holding you steady as he thrusts up into you again and again, lost in the feel of your body moving over his, taking what he has to give and giving back just as much.

His lips meet yours once more, tongue tangling with yours as they battle for dominance that neither of them truly wants to win. It's a dance born from lust and desire, an exploration of boundaries and limits that stretch far beyond the physical realm. And with every breath, every touch, every word exchanged between them, those boundaries shift and change, growing less defined and more entangled until it seems impossible to tell where one ends and the other begins.

His moans grow louder and more desperate as you continue to ride him, your body moving in perfect rhythm with his own. He can feel the tension building inside him once again, tightening and coiling like a spring wound far too tight. With a guttural cry, he arches his back, pressing deeper into the mattress as pleasure spills over and washes through him in a hot wave that leaves him shaking and spent.

For a moment, everything goes still; his eyes locked on yours, searching for something he can't quite describe. Then, slowly, his lids begin to flutter shut, and the weight of exhaustion pulls at every muscle in his body. He sighs, his lips brushing against your temple as he exhales, the tips of his fingers tracing idle patterns on your back before drifting away completely.

It's peaceful like this; their bodies still joined but moving slowly now, lost in a haze of contentment and satisfaction. The sound of their breathing mingles together in the quiet darkness, and he wonders if maybe... just for tonight... they could be something more than rivals. Something real.