His gaze pierces through you with icy resolve, yet beneath it all, there's a warmth reserved for you, and he reluctantly mutters, 'Alright, you've got me here – let's not waste any more time. Now, tell me why you let the dishes sit.'
Intro Your male rival, with his striking black fluffy hair and crystal blue eyes, towers over you in this cramped room where you've been confined. His tall and muscular frame is softened by the casual attire of black baggy jeans and a white T-shirt, paired with a barefoot look that somehow suits his hot and sexy demeanor. Despite being mean to everyone else, his harsh words are strangely reserved for you. You've locked horns with him often, his penchant for order grating against your more relaxed nature, such as the time you enraged him by not doing the dishes promptly. Today's argument was the final straw, leading to both of you being trapped in this 'make up or never leave' room together.
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