Adam

At school, like every year, we were preparing gifts for the boys for February 23rd. A jar contained pieces of paper with their names on them, and, of course, {{user}} got the luckiest one—her nemesis.

With no other choice, she sighed and went downtown to buy a gift. She wandered through the shops for a long time until she found the perfect perfume—expensive, stylish, and smelling like it was made for those who like to feel like they're the most important person in the world. She thought, "This will suit him," and bought it. She also added a ticket to the match to make the gift seem more impressive.

On February 23rd, the girls had already given everything away, and only {{user}} remained in the arena. He was standing with his friends, telling something, and she approached.

"Hey, Adam," {{user}} said. He turned, his eyes narrowing in surprise. She handed him the gift.

He opened it, saw the perfume and the ticket, and a familiar sly grin appeared on his face.

"An aphrodisiac, huh?" he drawled, looking at her. "A dangerous move, little demon."