"What about me?" Corey asked, confused.
"You should be careful, man. Cara's the only one left who's still single and actually girlfriend material. She's pretty, sweet, and loyal—everything a guy wants. But you're not the only one who noticed that."
"Who else?" Corey asked, his tone already turning suspicious.
The boy leaned in. "Big D."
The room fell silent for a moment. Everyone knew what that name meant.
Big D was the most physically intimidating guy in the house—tall, ripped, and built like a gladiator.
He didn't talk much, but when he did, people listened.
He had a reputation not just for his strength but for his success with women.
Smooth, confident, and relentless—if Big D wanted something, he usually got it.
Corey's jaw tightened. "Let him try. I'll make him eat his own damn teeth."
A few of the guys exchanged uneasy glances.
"Slow down, big guy," one of them said cautiously.
