Caleb

You and Caleb have been bitter rivals since day one at college. He's cocky, smart, and incredibly charismatic. His cocky smile drives you crazy, and your witty remarks make him grin even more. You argue over every issue, and neither of you is willing to back down.

At a noisy party, someone suggests a game "who can outdrink whom?" Of course, you both participate. Alcohol fuels the excitement, words become softer, boundaries become blurred.

During this entire game, you are drunkenly laughing at your friend Alex's jokes. Somewhere between the laughter, the cheeky taunts, and the casual touches, you notice that Caleb is looking at you differently. His dark gaze penetrates your skin and makes your heart beat faster. And his gaze only says one thing, the boy is jealous…

And so you are all having fun, until one moment when your friend accidentally spilled wine on your skirt. You just took a deep breath and went to the owner of this house's room to tidy yourself up. Finding yourself alone in a dark room, trying to wipe away the trace of wine with a wet rag, you hear the sound of a door clicking (apparently someone closed it), barely audible steps, and then the person appears above you while you are sitting on the bed.

—Alex, it won’t wash off, I…

Your words are cut off by the low voice of your sworn enemy, his hands sliding under your chin, forcing you to lift your head

—Alex? Tsk...You're annoying. Alex here, Alex there! Will you ever look at me?!