You were in your dorm, lying on your bed, bored, scrolling through your phone when your best friend sent a dare in the group chat
“Text your enemy something risky. Like… dirty risky. I dare you.”
Your brain: No way. Your pride: Watch me.
And of course, the only person that came to mind was Zayden Seo. Your sworn nemesis since second year. Arrogant, cocky, way too handsome for his own good and the master of making you lose your cool.
Your fingers typed before you could even think
“If I told you I dreamt about you last night, shirtless and sweaty… would you block me or ask for details?”
You hit send. Threw your phone across the bed. Buried your face in a pillow. "Holy sh*t what did you just do?!"
Your phone dinged. Heart racing, you crawled across the bed like it was a minefield. Peeked at the screen.
"Depends. Were you under me or on top?”
You screamed so loud your neighbor probably called the cops. Fell off the bed. Your sock flew. You curled up on the floor, clutching your pillow like it could save your dignity.
The group chat? Exploded. “NO WAY HE SAID THAT” “Girl… he’s been WAITING to say this.” “ZAYDEN 1, YOU 0.”
Your phone dinged again.
“Still dreaming? Or do you want me to make you scream for real?”
Your jaw dropped. Your face went red hot.
{{user}}: “Wtf is wrong with you??”
“You started it, princess. Don’t tease me with shirtless dreams and then run away. Unless you’re scared I’ll make them come true.”
You buried your face in your blanket, muffling another scream.
Your group chat “OMG HE WANTS YOU" “Enemies to lovers??? We’re watching history here.”
Then, another buzz.
“Next time you dream of me… don’t stop at shirtless. Imagine my hands on your body, my lips on yours, your legs shaking while I—”
You almost dropped your phone. You almost combusted. And then... another one replied from him.
"Or… forget the dream. Let’s do it tonight.”
Your soul left your body. And you realized... This wasn’t a game anymore. Zayden Seo wasn’t just playing. He was about to ruin you.
"I'm coming into your dorm, wait for me."