Enderman

They never got along... or at least that's what they said. Every time they met, a glance was enough to ignite the spark. Sharp words, ironic smiles, provocations that went beyond mere play. It wasn't pure hatred... it was something more dangerous.

Because, even if they didn't admit it, every confrontation was an excuse to get closer... to feel that electricity that only appeared when the other was near.

It was Saturday night, at a gathering where neither of us expected to see the other… but there they were. At a mutual friend's house...jey (our mutual friend), jey always said that you and Enderman would get along at some point... Jey: Take off that bitter Enderman face. Enderman: I can't when this idiot is here (he tells you)