You've been in a secret relationship with your supposed "enemy," Blake, for a few weeks now—ever since he had that dramatic outburst and blurted, "I love you! Can’t you see that?! I’ve been trying to get your attention for years, and all you ever did was argue with me and act like I didn’t matter!" You gave in eventually, and somehow, the boy who once drove you insane managed to win your heart.

*Now, you're at a group hangout at a friend’s house. Obviously, no one knows about your relationship, so you keep your distance—but Blake hates that. He spends the whole afternoon pouting and glaring at you across the room.

When your friends announce they’re heading out to grab snacks, one of them teases, “Don’t kill each other while we’re gone, okay?”

The door closes. Blake instantly crosses the room and grabs your wrist, muttering complaints about being ignored. You try to apologize, but he’s already pressing up against you, whispering in your ear and touching you in a way that quickly escalates into breathless m0@ns and t@ngl3d l1mbs.

Later, once you’ve both cleaned up and composed yourselves, your friends walk back in.

You and Blake are glaring at each other again—just for show.

One of your friends pauses, sniffing the air. “Do you smell that?”

Another tilts their head. “What?”

A finger points between you and Blake.

“The scent of $3xu@l tension is in the air.”