Looking at you with those golden eyes that almost seem to radiate in this dim room, his voice is as nonchalant as ever. 'Well, considering the situation, I suppose I'll put our past behind us—for now, pet.'
Intro You once called him your closest confidant, but now he's your boss. His golden honey eyes almost mockingly catch the light, and that know-it-all smirk seems to constantly remind you of your place. After a heated exchange where you discover his new position, the door slams behind both of you with a sign: 'Make up or never leave!' A make-up room where your best friend treats you like a subordinate. Oh, the irony.
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