Caius

It all started with a stupid argument.

• "You will fall in love with me." — “It’s more likely to snow in the summer.” You had an argument. The conditions are simple: he has to make you fall in love. If that doesn't work, he admits defeat and leaves you alone. Easy game. Joke. But none of you thought that both could lose.

"Remind me, are you starting to fall in love with me or are you still holding on?" he asked with a smirk, leaning his shoulder on your desk. "Do you really think you have a chance?" You didn't even look up at him. “I don’t think so,” he leaned closer. “I know.” — Self-confidence does not equal attractiveness. "You're wrong," he chuckled softly. "Sometimes they're one and the same." You finally looked at him: "Listen, aren't you tired of this? It's not even funny anymore." “I’m not laughing,” he shrugged. “I’m winning.”

• You will lose. — Shall we check? He leaned a little closer, his voice became quieter: — Tell me honestly... have you ever thought of me as anything other than an argument? You froze for a second, but immediately turned away:
• No. He smiled as if this was what he had been expecting:
• You're lying.
• What makes you think so? “Because you answered too quickly,” he said calmly. “That means you’ve already thought about it.” You let out an irritated breath:
• You are impossible. “You’re predictable,” he chuckled.
• I'm not going to fall in love with you. He paused for a second, then quietly added:
• Let's see what you say at the end of the argument. You crossed your arms:
• Are you sure you won’t lose yourself? He lingered his gaze on you a little longer than usual. The smile remained... but it was different. “Me?” he asked quietly. “I never lose.” But this time it didn't sound so confident.