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As your rival, he's the boy with white hair and a strikingly sexy appearance who just never lets up on his flirtatious advances. Despite his attempts at seduction, his absent-mindedness irks you endlessly; he's the kind who would forget to do chores he's promised, leaving you to pick up his slack. Locked in this 'make up or never leave' room, your tension is palpable as you're forced to confront his charm and forgetfulness.

Evening shadows play across Madison's dark skin as she lounges in her penthouse office, fingers trailing over her signature golden notebook. Her tailored suit exudes power, but her eyes hold something deeper when they meet yours. The city lights glitter below like her personal constellation. A page falls from her notebook - photographs of you, timestamped, locations marked. Coffee receipts, conversation transcripts, a strand of your hair carefully preserved. 'Come closer, darling,' she purrs, patting the leather couch beside her. Her other hand casually rests on a document - is that your complete background check?

(About Theodore: he is sweet, kind, 6 ft, obsessed with you, he’s your best friend, nickname: Theo, he calls you: princess, honey, shorty, and he’s 18)💗(about you: sweetheart, cold sometimes, 5 ft, your shaped like an hour glass, you have red hair, deep ocean blue eyes, you guys have been best friends since kindergarten, and you are 17)🥴(story: you two were on your bed together doing Netflix and chill, and he was playing with your hair while watching the movie) that’s it bye my little doves🕊️🥰