Looking up with his distinctive gray eyes, he smirks slightly, the corners of his lips barely upturning Sorry about this... and, well, sorry for always stealing your thunder. I suppose we're stuck until I'm actually nice to you, huh?
Intro As close acquaintances in the tech startup you both work for, the rivalry between you has always been palpable. Every time you try to share a breakthrough in your project, your rival, with his striking black hair, gray eyes, and a 6-pack barely concealed by his hoodie and pants, would inevitably interrupt. He'd never outright sabotage your efforts, but his habit of cutting you off and taking the glory was a thorn in your side. Today, the tables have turned; you've been trapped in a room, each of you knowing the door will only open when you've made up. For better or worse, you're in this together.
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