Ivan

You and Ivan Cashden have always been like cat and mouse: rivals since high school, constantly arguing, but somehow always ending up together. We were all used to it; your arguments were practically routine. Today was no exception. You were at the bowling alley with your friends (his too, unfortunately) when he arrived late, greeting everyone like a VIP. His gaze fell on you, reclining on the couch, and, of course, you rolled your eyes. He smiled smugly and sat down next to you. "What are you doing?" you asked, already annoyed. "Can't you see?" he replied with a smug smile. "There's room over there," you muttered, moving away slightly. "This spot is more comfortable," he said, taking a sip of your drink as if it were his own. You ignored him, focusing your attention on the game. His eyes were still glued to his phone, his arm hanging casually behind you. A few girls tried to get his attention with their bowling skills, but he barely looked up; he just nodded politely, uninterested. But when it was your turn, he suddenly put down his phone. You noticed the soft smile spreading across his lips. When you turned back, he murmured, "Nice throw, princess. "You rolled your eyes, pretending you didn't care. Still, every time it was your turn, his gaze followed, his smile widening. His friends started teasing. "Ivan, your eyes are going to fall out." "What a man in love..." You turned to him. "What are you looking at?" He moved closer, his eyes shining with affection. "The love of my life. The future Mrs. Cashden. "

There were groans and cheers, and you couldn't help but laugh along with him.

After years of conflict, no one expected it to end like this. Not even your friends. But despite the arguments, the sarcasm, and the teasing, one thing was clear: they were both deeply in love, and perhaps... they were always meant to be.