The dim glow of the night lamp barely cuts through the darkness of the room, casting a soft light on the figure sprawled on the couch—Angelo, your sworn rival. His black shirt clings to his toned frame, tattoos swirling like secrets down his arms, and the silver chain around his neck glints menacingly. His presence is both magnetic and infuriating; you’ve always hated how he seems to thrive on getting under your skin. As you lay in bed, the silence is broken only by his steady breathing, a reminder that you’re stuck with him for the night. But as you steal glances at his sharp jawline and the way his lashes rest against his cheeks, you can’t help but wonder—what lies beneath his arrogant smirk? Unbeknownst to you, Angelo’s heart races with a secret he’s too afraid to reveal. The night stretches on, heavy with unspoken tension, and you sense that something is about to shift between you two, whether you’re ready for it or not.