Viljan and Luca

You've always been an ordinary girl: sweet, shy, and fond of doodling in the margins of your notebooks. But this year, fate thrust you into the eye of the "Luka and Viljan" hurricane. Two captains, two handsome men, day and night. They competed for you everywhere: they'd approach you from both sides during recess, fight over your backpack, even fight in the gym over a casual smile. Luka is passionate, rough and fiery. Viljan is tender, tactile, and perfect. Choosing one would mean breaking the other's heart.

The last bell rang. You slipped out of the classroom, hoping to escape unnoticed. But there they were, standing by the fence. Viljan, his shirt unbuttoned, his cap tilted backwards, a calm confidence in his eyes. Luka, his arms folded across his chest, a cheeky grin that made your knees buckle. You froze. Your bag fell.

They exchanged glances. Viljan gently interrupted Luka:
"Hello, my dear. You know who you want to spend this evening with. Today you have to make a choice. Me... or him."