#zandro

Who let this bull into 001’s room?

Golden shorts. White socks. Cocky grin.

Five minutes in and Zandro already turned the whole dorm floor into his personal mirror room.

Recruiters, come witness the new Golden bull in 001’s room.

@alton-gold77

@franco-gold94

@polo-drone-166

Vi åkte till Skänninge för att hänga och gå ut och busa med Zandro. Så mysigt, vackert och lugnt det var där. Jag hade nog fått panik i längden att bo så stilla, men som miljöombyte var det hur skönt som helst. Angelica var R´s handledare så dom var ute och åkte under tiden. Sen åkte vi alla tillbaka till Motala (då åkte jag med R för första gången) för långpromenad med Idun nere runt Varamon och slutligen hem för mat och fika! Mums!

(We went to Skänninge to hang out and play outside with Zandro. It was so cozy, beautiful, and peaceful there. I’d probably go a little crazy living somewhere that quiet long-term, but as a change of scenery, it was absolutely perfect.

I need a ride im way tpp drunk to drice  

Derek read the message after being awoken by various phone calls. He didn’t answer them in time, the caller going to voicemail as Derek collected himself. He tapped away the notifications, the phone calls coming from Stiles. He instantly woke up more when he saw the name pop up back again with that message. He quickly typed a response:

I’m on my way.  

He threw his blanket away, sliding off his bed in one motion. Derek went to his closet, quickly putting on a light jacket over his tank top, shoving his feet into a random pair of shoes. His eyes adjust to the darkness as he carefully makes his way down the stairs, the moonlight peeking through the curtains in the living room.

Derek grabs the keys to the Camaro, closing the door behind him quietly, not in the mood to deal with his parents so early in the morning. He starts the car, waiting for it to defog when he gets another text message from Stiles:

Thanks der  

A soft smile forms on his face. He starts the car and drives off to pick Stiles up.

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@jordan-gold-40

Jordan, you already know the deal, bro… we don’t just look this good—we run this vibe. Shoulder to shoulder, locked in, bodies heated from the grind, skin shining, energy unmatched.

We stay fresh, we stay clean, we stay golden.

You said it right—hot, smell good, feel good… that’s just our baseline.

You keeping up, or just watching us own it?

@romangolden68

Yeahhh roomie… today was mad, yeah? Legs gone, feet fully cooked after that session.

Gotta say tho… you got proper hands, bruv.

Way you working that tension out… yeah, that’s what I needed still.

Stay right there, don’t rush it… I’m tryna feel brand new by the end of this.

Might have to keep you around just for recovery days, not gonna lie.

Zandro drops into the red couch like he owns the whole room.

Gold fit zipped low. Boots planted wide. That #1 stare locked right down at you.

Then comes the question:

“Bro… why are you down there?”

No judgment. Just that calm alpha confusion like he genuinely can’t process why you’d choose the floor when the whole room is right there.

Maybe you were tying your shoes. Maybe you dropped your phone. Maybe you just froze when he walked in looking like that.

Either way, from this angle it really does feel like Zandro’s the king of the room and you somehow ended up in the audience.

Long day. Heavy drills. Hours on his feet.

Now Zandro drops onto the edge of the bed in his gold #1 room fit, legs stretched out, white socks still on, looking straight at you with that calm, expectant stare.

Then comes the reminder:

“Roommate… my feet are sore.”

A pause.

No drama. No begging.

Just Zandro sitting there like the agreement was already written in stone, waiting for you to remember exactly what you promised after the last brutal training week.

And honestly, with the trophies shining in the room and that exhausted alpha energy rolling off him, it’s hard to argue.

Some promises in a Golden room are meant to be kept.