It began as a dare.
The fraternity house was loud that night, music thundering through the walls, the air thick with beer and sweat and secrets. Parties in this place always had a way of turning reckless after midnight, when inhibitions loosened and the games grew dirtier.
Mason, the youngest pledge, sat in the circle with his head bowed, a red Solo cup trembling in his hand. His cheeks were already flushed, whether from the liquor or the weight of being the target, he couldn't tell. All eyes were on him. Older brothers leaning forward, grinning, waiting for him to crack.
"Your turn, pledge," one of them jeered. "Truth or dare?"
Mason's voice was barely audible over the music. "Dare."
The roar of approval made his stomach twist. He already regretted it, but it was too late.
"Good cho
