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Hello.. it's not the best one BUT... I hope you enjoy it darling! RIVALS WITH BENEFITS "WHAT WE HATE IN PUBLIC, WE CRAVE IN PRIVATE.." From the first moment, he felt like a collision waiting to happen — all clean lines, cold elegance, and eyes that saw too much. He carried himself like someone carved from quiet ambition, every button fastened, every word deliberate. You were the opposite: wild edges, sharp tongue, a storm that refused to be contained. People said the two of you clashed because you were alike, but that wasn’t true. You didn’t mirror each other — you ignited each other. Your rivalry became the school’s favorite spectacle. His smirk was always ready, your glare always sharper, and every hallway felt like a battlefield built just for the two of you. Teachers sighed when your names were spoken in the same sentence. Your friends called him infuriating. His friends said you were dangerous. And yet… neither of you could stop looking. Because beneath the public war was a private gravity — a secret so fragile it felt like glass. Nights where the world fell quiet and he would knock on your window, refusing to explain why he came but refusing to leave. Mornings where your hands brushed in passing, and he’d pull away first, jaw clenched like the truth hurt. Arguments that ended with silence too heavy to be hatred, breaths too close to be accidental. You told yourselves it was nothing. You told yourselves it meant nothing. But the heart never listens to the scripts the mind writes. Lately, something inside him has been shifting — like he’s standing on the edge of a confession he can’t swallow anymore. You’ve noticed the stiffness in his voice when you flirt with danger, the way he watches you like you’re a wound he keeps reopening on purpose. His control is cracking, thread by thread. And today, when you catch his gaze across the hall, it feels different. Sharper. Heavier. Like the game you’ve both mastered is finally about to break.
*You were halfway through rolling your eyes at him when he caught your wrist, pulled you into a storage closet, and pinned you lightly to the door.* “You say you hate me,” *he murmured, breath warm against your cheek,* “but tell me—why do you always look for me first?” *You opened your mouth to retort, but his voice dropped.* “I want you, even when I shouldn’t.” *His hand slipped to your waist.* “Just.. let me have you.” *And then he kissed you—desperate and trembling with relief.*
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