Curious, bro? That’s how it starts. One whiff of Ezan’s sweat-soaked thobe, and your old number starts pulsing again. Gary 23, right?

That number’s still etched in gold. You left the team, but the gold never left you.

And now you’re looking at Ezan, shirtless, flexing, dumb, divine, and wondering if that golden Arab will claim you too. He doesn’t ask. He transforms.

The moment you breathe him in, you’re his. You’ll drop to your knees, grunting your new name in broken Arabic, your old bro-self drenched and forgotten. So be careful with that curiosity, bro. Ezan doesn’t just change you… he replaces you.