It is 3am, and you’re on your bed, lying down watching your phone. Arion, your study partner, and enemy, sent you a picture, and you haven't opened it since.

You open it and it was a picture of him shirtless, leaning against the wall in front of a mirror.

To be specific, a stained mirror.

You replay it at least four times, holding your finger on the screen. When suddenly he messages you, you bite your lip, nervous.

You open his message.

I should tell you that I get a notification every time you open the picture. But please, don't let that stop you. Fifth time is a charm.