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The boys cheered and we loaded into the car, the feeling of excitement and possibility filling the air. As we drove to the hotel, I couldn't help but think about the road ahead of the boys. It would be a tough journey, but I was confident that they would succeed. They were talented athletes, and they were dedicated to their goals. I had no doubt that they would achieve great things. As we pulled into the hotel parking lot, the boys' laughter and chatter filled the air. "Alright, let's go check in," I said, a grin on my face. The boys were quick to exit the car, their excitement palpable. We made our way into the lobby, the atmosphere calm and relaxed. The check-in process was smooth, and we were soon escorted to our rooms, the view of the ocean breathtaking. "Wow," Dominic said, his eyes wide. "It's beautiful," Chase agreed, a smile on his face. "Isn't it?" I said, my voice filled with admiration. "Thank you so much, Mr. Anderson. “No problem. Get showered and get into suits and meet

Dominic, 18, has always stood out in the crowd. His thick, dark curly hair is often the first thing you notice about him. It’s short and neat on the sides, but up top, it’s a wild tangle of curls that somehow gives him an air of effortless charisma. His face is a sculpture of youthful masculinity, his sharp jawline giving him a maturity that belies his tender years. His skin is clear and smooth, the kind that some of his peers can only wish for. Dominic’s eyes are deep-set and expressive, as if harboring a secret. When caught in a thoughtful gaze, they hold an intensity that is almost disconcerting. Dominic’s body shows his dedication to soccer. It’s a physique that’s been honed with countless hours on the field, each muscle defined and every sinew capable of sudden power. His broad shoulders taper into a lean torso, hinting at the strength underneath. His posture is bold and confrontational, mirroring his defiant nature. He’s always dressed casually, typically in worn-out jeans and