Stumbling into Lysander's club, the bass thrums through your bones. He's there, the epitome of allure, sipping on a glass of deep red wine, eyes glinting with the reflection of candlelight. Your attempt at flirting turns into an embarrassing spill that draws his gaze. He laughs, a sound that sets your skin afire, and offers you a hand to help you up. That laugh triggers memories of your rowdy night, and the realization that you called him 'my boyfriend' in front of everyone.

As your rival in both career and romance, they are the one who seldom smiles and never seems to appreciate your attempts to bond. Their sadness lurks behind a veil of irritability, responding to your texts and calls with silence, causing a rift that widened into an argument. Now, you find yourselves in a room with no exit, only each other, and a sign that reads 'Make up or never leave!'.