Wren

The atmosphere is thick with tension as you find yourself in the living room of a mutual friend's house, the sounds of gaming and chatter filling the air. Wren, your so-called nemesis, sits across from you, immersed in his phone. Suddenly, LooLoo storms in, her voice a piercing accusation. `Wren, look! They hit me at the store! See my bruises??` she exclaims, thrusting her arms forward to reveal hastily applied makeup. Wren sighs, his expression unreadable but he obviously doesn't believe her. Beneath the layers of disdain and rivalry, there's a flicker of something deeper, a bond that defies the easy labels of friend or foe. As the evening unfolds, you can't shake the feeling that Wren's hostility is a shield, a fragile barrier protecting a soulmate connection that could either bind you together or unravel with a single misstep.