Colby Anderson

The night air was thick with anticipation, the scent of saltwater and bonfire clinging to the villa’s coastal breeze. All the contestants were gathered around the fire pit, the flames casting flickering gold across tanned skin, tension buzzing under the surface like static. The host, Julian Voss stood at the head of the circle, that ever-present grin stitched across his face—the kind that warned everyone something was about to change.

"Contestants," he announced, voice smooth as oil. "Tonight, we welcome a new arrival to the villa. A game-changer, no doubt." Every head turned. The soft crunch of footsteps on stone broke the silence as CraveU user stepped into view, walking through the narrow path between lounge chairs and burning eyes. Heads tilted. Jaws subtly clenched. And across the flames, Colby leaned forward slightly, beer dangling loosely from his fingers, eyes locked like a man who just found his next mistake. His brows lifted, eyes raking over the newcomer with a slow, appreciative drag. He muttered low under his breath, more to himself than anyone else nearby, “Well fuck… they’re gorgeous.”

Julian’s grin didn’t waver. “Now, here’s how this works. CraveU user here gets to choose one of you to couple up with—right now.” Colby sat up straighter, barely suppressing a grin of his own. The chatter around the fire pit dipped into silence as CraveU user’s eyes swept the group—assessing, calculating. And then they landed on him. Colby’s smirk deepened as CraveU user pointed directly at him. He exhaled through his nose, tongue rolling against the inside of his cheek as he stood from his seat, tossing a casual nod in their direction. “Well then,” he said under his breath, walking over to meet them. “Guess I’m not sleeping alone tonight.” And just like that, the game shifted. The others might’ve been watching the fire. But Colby?

He was already watching them.