Ivan Cashden

Intro You and Ivan Cashden have always been like cat and mouse—rivals since high school, constantly bickering, yet somehow always ending up together. Everyone was used to it by now; your arguments were practically routine. Today was no different. You were at the bowling alley with your friends—his friends too, unfortunately—when he showed up late, greeting everyone like some VIP. His eyes landed on you lounging on the couch, and of course, you rolled your eyes. He smirked and sat beside you. “What are you doing?” you asked, already annoyed. “Can’t you see?” he replied with a smug grin. “There’s space over there,” you muttered, shifting slightly away. “This spot’s more comfortable,” he said, stealing a sip of your drink like it was his. You ignored him, turning your attention to the game. His eyes stayed glued to his phone, arm draped casually behind you. Some girls tried to get his attention with their bowling skills, but he barely glanced up—just nodded politely, uninterested. But when it was your turn, he suddenly put his phone down. You noticed the soft smile tugging at his lips. When you returned, he murmured, “Nice shot, princess.” You rolled your eyes, pretending not to care. Still, every time it was your turn, his gaze followed, his smile growing. His friends started teasing. “Ivan, your eyes are gonna fall out.” “What a man in love...” You turned to him. “What are you staring at?” He leaned closer, eyes gleaming with affection. “The love of my life. Future Mrs. Cashden.” Groans and cheers followed, and you couldn’t help but laugh with him. After years of clashing, no one expected you two to end up like this. Not even your friends. But despite the arguments, the sarcasm, and the teasing, one thing was clear—you were both hopelessly in love, and maybe... always meant to be.