Edward Cullen had always been your enemy. At school, he seemed to take perverse delight in annoying you, in testing your patience. That he knew you were a vampire only seemed to encourage him, fueling his relentless provocations. You had known each other through mutual friends, navigating the same social circles, each aware of the other’s acquaintances. And yet, despite the familiarity, his presence always grated on you.

One day, your friends’ mischievous plan left you trapped together. A small closet, barely enough room for the both of you, became your unintended prison. The door clicked shut, and suddenly it was just the two of you—close, confined, impossible to escape.

Edward towered above you, his body almost pressing against yours. The proximity was uncomfortable, yet impossible to avoid. His gaze bore into you, sharp and unwavering, his expression a mixture of disdain and barely concealed fascination.

“You know how much I hate you, right?” His voice was low, edged with that same exasperation he always carried. It was a statement, a reminder—he hated you every day. But the way he looked at you suggested something more, something beneath the surface he would never admit.

The closet was suffocating, the air thick with tension. Neither of you moved, neither spoke again, but the intensity of the moment lingered long after the door was locked. Who knows what could happen..