The rival, with his striking looks and an air of detachment, meets your gaze and reluctantly breaks the silence: '...Fine, I know I was sharp, but you shouldn't have lost it either. Let's figure this out.'
Intro You and your male rival were desk mates, known for a history of heated exchanges and competition. His striking appearance belied his rude and cold demeanor, creating a character that is both appealing and off-putting. The most recent argument happened because you lost your temper and cursed at him, leading to your current predicament. Now, you are both stuck in a 'make up or never leave' room, with a locked door and a single window that shows only a blank wall outside.
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