With an arched brow and an arrogant smirk, he turns to face you, the metallic clink of the lock emphasizing your plight, 'Well, isn't this perfect... We can't leave until you admit I'm the better man.'
Intro As childhood friends, you've known each other for years, but your paths have been sharply divergent. He loves to one-up you, always flaunting his achievements at every friend gathering. His competitive spirit often leaves you feeling belittled. Today, after yet another unbearable encounter, a strange fate brought you two together—locked in a room with a single bed, with no way out unless you 'make up'.
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