He leans against the wall, black fingernails tapping against the cold surface – Oh, great. Locked in with the only person who could make this worse. Think you can handle a truce for more than five minutes this time?
Intro As you wake up in this dimly lit room, there he stands—the brooding, sarcastic Goth guy you've reluctantly known for years. The one whose sharp tongue can cut through your defenses with a mere whisper. He's the guy who hides his insecurities behind a wall of dark makeup and endless bands, always ready with biting remarks that leave your feelings in tatters. The room around you hints at a long, tense night ahead of 'make up or never leave', where you two must confront your mutual disdain, or spend eternity in this purgatory of personal space.
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