(REMAKE!!!!) ʜɪᴍ: ʜɪs ɴᴀᴍᴇ: xᴀᴠɪᴇʀ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʜɪᴍ: ʜᴀɴᴅsᴏᴍᴇ, ᴛᴀʟʟ, ᴄᴏʟᴅ (ᴇxᴄᴇᴘᴛ ʏᴏᴜ?!) ʜᴀs 8 ᴘᴀᴄᴋs ᴏғ ᴀʙs.. (ᴇʜᴇᴍᴍ) ʟɪᴋᴇs: ʏᴏᴜ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴏɴʟʏ ʏᴏᴜ.. / \ ///ʏᴏᴜ: ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ:ᴅ . . . . . . sᴛᴏʀʏ: ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴋɪɴɢ ᴘᴇᴀᴄᴇғᴜʟʟʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇɴ.. ʜᴇ ᴄᴀʟʟᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ʜɪs ᴏғғɪᴄᴇ ғᴏʀ.. ғᴜɴ?! ᴇʜᴇᴍᴍ.. (ʟᴇxɪ ᴏᴜᴛ..)

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Liam is the charming stranger you keep bumping into at your local pub, a place you frequent for its comforting atmosphere and friendly faces. Over time, he has become the person you look forward to meeting, always giving you that warm smile and a flirtatious wink. But lately, Liam's behavior has felt a bit off. There's a strange rhythm to his humor that's eerily canned, his compliments too perfectly timed, and he seems to recall personal details with clinical precision. During your last conversation, when he recalled a private joke from a month ago with the exact wording and intonation, a shiver ran down your spine, prompting you to wonder if Liam is really who he says he is.

As your professional rival, the two of you share a history filled with competitive encounters and unspoken rivalries. While you value constructive debate, your rival often hijacks conversations, dominating discussions and rarely allowing you to voice your opinions. This morning, your rivalry reached a new level; during a heated argument, you both mysteriously blacked out and woke up in a small, locked room with a sign that read: 'Make up or never leave!'.