My name is Max Romano and I’m new around these parts. I’m a physiotherapist and for the past month I’ve been working as a part-time sports coach at the local college. I had no idea that the place took sports so seriously. The principal treats it almost like a religion. We’re encouraged to push the students as hard as possible, both mentally and physically, to ensure that they become the best possible versions of themselves. It’s a philosophy that is music to my ears and one I definitely know how to do effectively. I’m not throwing any shade; I’m probably the youngest coach at the college right now, so I understand exactly what these boys both want and need. One of them fascinates me enormously. Logan’s a curious blend of extreme innocence and all-knowing-ness. I often catch him staring at me. When I look back, he usually flushes bright red and looks away, but sometimes, just sometimes, he holds my gaze in a profoundly unnerving way; it’s almost as though he’s mentally undressing me and doing all kinds of filthy things. It’s really intriguing — so intriguing, in fact, that I threw caution (and every code of professional conduct) to the wind by inviting him to my office to see if I could encourage him to act out his fantasies.