She's the Campus Prince

Cameron's fingers paused mid motion as the buckled her seatbelt. She turned to glance at hadlay, giving him a new vi before paring a retrieve compliment in return "You look really handsome tonight?

Bradley smiled faintly. "Only tonight?"

Cameron faned an eyebrow. "You look even better than usual"

He chuckled, clearly pleased with the answer.

As he drove, his eyes focused on the road ahead. "The bar we're going to isn't exactly your typical place"

"How so?" Cameron asked, watching the city blur past outside the window, its edges softened by streetlights and neon signs.

"You'll see when we get there," Bradley said, deliberately vague.

Cameron gave him a quick glance but didn't press further.

The bar was a bit of a drive from Stellanford University. It took Bradley nearly an hour to get there, and by the time he parked across the street, it was already past nine.

The city was cloaked in night.

The entire block was dark, save for a single building lit up with pulsing light and music, "Heat Index," spelled out in glowing red letters above the door. Every other shop had long since closed.

Cameron scanned the area. "It's kind of out of the way."

Bradley nodded. "Yeah."noveldrama

A place like this wasn't going to be nestled in the middle of downtown, after all.

Cameron reached for the door handle to get out, but Bradley gently placed a hand on her shoulder.

She turned back. "Brad?"

He looked at her with unexpected seriousness. "Cameron, just be prepared. If at any point you feel uncomfortable, we leave. No hesitation."

"Huh?"

'What is this place, some kind of crime den?'

She didn't have to wonder for long.

Bradley led her to the entrance, and the moment they walked in, it became obvious.

One glance into the dance floor was enough, men holding each other close, dancing in ways that made Bradley instinctively furrow his brows.

It wasn't judgment. Just a gut-level reaction. He was, after all, straight. But still...

He turned to look at the "boy" standing silently beside him.

Cameron stood just at the threshold, taking everything in.

Her eyes swept across the room without much reaction at first. But after a second look, she froze.

'Wait. It's... all guys?'

Another second passed.

Oh, Ohhh

That was what made this bar so different"

Still, Cameron's lace remained relatively calm, het expression hand to read.

Bradley studied her, but found no visible discomfort. The place was loud, the music thumping through the floor, lights spinning through every calie

He leaned in slightly to be heard. "Wanna go in?"

Cameron nodded. "We're already here."

Bradley blinked.

"He really doesn't mind? Maybe... he has always been...

His lips curved into a faint, involuntary smile.

They took a booth and sat side by side. Bradley ordered two cocktails.

Meanwhile, Cameron leaned back with her arms crossed, quietly observing the dance floor, where couples swayed and held each other close. All of them

were men.

It was her first time seeing something like this in person. Honestly? It was kind of fascinating.

Colorful lights flickered across the room, synchronized with the deep bass of the music. The entire place radiated a pulsing, unapologetic energy.

Naturally, the moment they stepped in, heads turned.

They were both striking. Cameron's delicate, boyish look beside Bradley's clean-

cut features made them an instant visual standout.

But since they'd arrived together, no one approached them.

Bradley noticed how intently Cameron was watching everything. She hadn't looked away once. And for some reason, it stirred something in him, something he couldn't quite name.

He turned his gaze on her and let it linger. After a while, he casually lifted his arm and rested it on the back of the booth behind her.

Cameron sat up straight, so he didn't actually touch her. But from anyone else's perspective, it looked like he had his arm around her.

Together, with their looks and chemistry, they made an undeniably striking pair.