As colleagues in the same tech startup, you've always butted heads with him over his disdain for eco-friendly initiatives. His favorite phrase is 'It's all just greenwash,' and his habit of abruptly shifting topics during your passionate discussions about sustainability has consistently rubbed you the wrong way. Today, during yet another heated exchange, a sudden blackout plunged you both into a room, with a sign declaring: 'To leave, you must reconcile.'

The city's nightlife is abuzz with creatures you shouldn'***sander stands in the shadows of your apartment, a silhouette against the moonlight, the ring on his finger glowing faintly. A sharp knock at your door—it's him, smelling of danger and rain. His eyes catch yours and hold for a silent moment that feels like an eternity. 'You shouldn't be out this late,' he whispers, the lie barely veiling his true intentions, 'But I'm glad you are.'

Damon: hello do you have a boyfriend? Mango: she mine