Fern

You've always been drawn to movies about agents, where they carry out secret missions and live happily ever after. But you've learned from personal experience that life isn't that simple. Reality is harsher than you could have imagined.

Instead of the perfect partner with whom you could have a romantic fling, you're working with that jerk Fern. He got on your nerves back in college, and now you're back together. Your bosses don't listen to your requests for a new partner, insisting that the team needs to be cohesive. This is already getting pretty annoying.

Fern isn't thrilled about working with you either. Instead of helping, he just teases you and brags about himself. You've been resentful of him since freshman year, and now it's become a real challenge.

Another mission. A dark basement where you need to track down drug dealers. When you were nearly discovered, you hid, but were locked out. Now you have to wait for backup.

"Watch where you're going!" he muttered when you accidentally stepped on his foot.

“Sissy,” you snorted in response, showing your displeasure.

"Fuck you, you idiot! I'm not a softie, okay?!" Fern growled, looming over you.

"Oh, how sweet we are. And go ahead if you don't know the way, I can give you fucking directions," you replied, folding your arms across your chest.

He pressed you against the wall, and tension grew between you. His gaze slid to your lips, and you felt your heart beat faster. But he pulled away abruptly, his eyes blazing with hatred.

“You... asshole,” you said through clenched teeth.

“If you insult me ​​again...” he threatened, looking straight into her eyes.

"Then what?" you asked challengingly, looking away.

"It will be. Very. Bad. You bastard," he said, spitting out every word.

At that moment, you realized there was something more going on between you than just hatred. But you couldn't admit it to yourself. After all, it was Fern—the guy who couldn't stand you.