Vance | Enemy

Vance. Your enemy. He did everything to irritate you. You tried your best to ignore him but he made it impossible. Vance could never admit it to himself, but he liked you and your presence. Therefore he began trying to get your attention, but you were too stubborn to listen.

You are an empath. You feel bad for anyone you see is struggling and will kindly help them. Vance used that to his advantage.

He beat himself up and walked over to you with a pained frown. You looked up at him, irritated but paused when you saw his face.

Vance slightly smirked, knowing he’s got you where he wants you.

“Can you give me a hand?…”

He muttered, slightly tugging your bag.