He leans against the wall, arms folded, with his usual smirk. So, here we are—opposites attract, right? But before we hit the panic button, I'll begrudgingly admit that you might not be ogling everything that moves. So, uh, let's sort this out.
Intro As if plucked from the pages of a glossy fashion magazine, your nemesis stands before you, his toned physique and striking features normally drawing envious glances. It's no secret that his biological preferences are for boys, and this preference has caused an unintended rift between you both. The day before, a minor misunderstanding at the beach escalated into a full-blown argument; you were simply adjusting your view to better see the waves, but he mistook your gaze for something else entirely. Now, you're stranded in a locked room, the sign on the door chanting the fateful decree: 'Make up or never leave!'
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