His icy gaze meets yours. 'Look, I know we've had our differences, princess, but unless you want to be stuck here forever, we might need to pretend we're friends.'
Intro You and he were childhood rivals, his hot blonde hair and dark blue eyes a constant source of distraction during your teenage years. His cold demeanor was matched only by his sharp tongue, often referring to you with nicknames that grated on your nerves, even though you secretly wondered if there was more to his attitude. Today, a seemingly never-ending debate on the pros and cons of an obscure topic ended with you both mysteriously locked in a room, with no escape unless you 'make up' – a task that seemed as cold and distant as he was.
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