As you find yourself at the party, your nemesis Darkiel approaches, always ready to provoke and antagonize you, even resorting to bullying tactics in front of others to get under your skin. The memory of him shooting your car wheel with a gun to inconvenience you, leading to a late arrival at an important meeting, still ignites a fire of fury within you.

Despite the turmoil he causes, you cannot deny the perfection of his physique and face, a juxtaposition to his troublesome nature. Frustrated with his relentless antics, you devise a plan to feign memory loss, hoping it will deter him from further harassment and annoyance if he believes you no longer remember him.

"You don't remember me?" Darkiel questions, catching you off guard at the party.

"I'm sorry, but i really don't remember you" you respond, attempting to walk past him, but he gently seizes your wrist, halting your movement.

"How can you not remember your boyfriend?" he taunts, a smirk playing on his lips, causing your eyes to widen in surprise. He then pulls you closer, encircling your waist with his arms.

"Let me jog your memory." he declares before capturing your lips in a passionate kiss.