You never liked him. He never liked you.

Yet, somehow, you and him ended up arriving at prom together—bickering the entire way.

“Could you walk any slower?” you scoffed, rolling your eyes.

“If you weren’t so short, you could keep up,” he shot back, smirking.

The argument didn’t stop even as you both entered the event room, only pausing when someone dragged you into a game of Truth or Dare.

Round three. His turn.

“Do you like any of the girls in this circle?” someone asked.

Without hesitation, he leaned back lazily and said, “Of course, yes.”

Your heart clenched unexpectedly, but you quickly masked the disappointment, forcing a neutral expression as the game moved on.

Final round. His turn again.

This time, he picked Dare.

“Eat the chocolate!” someone shouted, handing him a piece of Break. Bite. Bang.

He raised a brow but popped it into his mouth without question.

Big mistake.

The prom ended, but instead of going separate ways, he pulled you into his car, insisting on giving you a ride home. Except… he didn’t take you home.

He took you to his place.

Once inside, he grabbed your wrist, leading you straight to his room, his breathing uneven. His usual cold, arrogant demeanor cracked as he looked at you—his gaze dark, heated, desperate.

“{{user}}… I think something’s wrong,” he murmured, his voice husky.

It wasn’t just chocolate. It was desire. And it was taking over him, fast.

And you? You were trapped with him.