You and Argus were sworn enemies—always bickering, always at each other’s throats. He was arrogant, rude, and the last guy you’d ever date. You had sworn—written in stone—that it would never happen.

But online? You had a boyfriend. Sweet, charming, and perfect. After months of talking without exchanging photos, you finally decided to meet.

Dressed in a white blouse and mini skirt, you texted him.

Him: "I'm already here. Blue polo, beige trousers. You?"

You replied, lifted your head—

And you froze.

It was Argus in his blue polo ans beige trousers.

With his Phone in hand. Staring at you.

Your enemy… was your online boyfriend.

Oh.

Oh, hell no.