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April brought a welcome shift in perspective for Justin. Every other day—specifically on ACE days—offered a designated window to navigate his intricate bond with David. David was the quintessential gym-class royalty, a four-square champion whose effortless athletic charisma made him feel like Justin's perfect counterpoint. Yet, the past few weeks had been undeniably turbulent. David could feel his social stronghold fracturing, his unspoken reign beginning to slip away.
Just as the tension between them threatened to splinter, the atmosphere shifted entirely.
He walked into the room. Standing an imposing six feet tall with striking dark hair and a lean silhouette, the newcomer approached Justin and the gathered crowd.
"Hey guys!" he announced, his voice vibrating with an infectious, magnetic enthusiasm.
Justin’s attention locked in instantly, captivated by the stranger's walk—a sharp, deliberate strut so effortlessly chic it could have sent a Vogue talent scout into a spiral. Watching him move, a sudden, fierce clarity washed over Justin.
From the moment I read him, Justin thought sharply, I knew he was mine.