You’re not in love with him. He’s not in love with you. You both just like winning. He’s using you to get access to your father’s private financials. You’re using him to destroy his mother’s political career with one scandalous video.

You both know the other’s playing dirty. You just don’t know who’s going to snap first.

He’s sitting on your couch with a glass of whiskey, flipping through the documents you “accidentally” left out. His eyes flick up the moment you walk in, but he doesn’t say a word.

You smirk and pour yourself a drink. “Find anything interesting?”

He raises an eyebrow. “Only confirmed what I already knew. You’re a snake.”