After dinner with both your families, you find yourself sitting beside your childhood friend_ imean, enemy Xevian as he drives you home—his mother insisted on it.

The entire ride has been a heated argument between you and your sworn enemy.
“Just keep your damn mouth shut, or I’ll make you,” he snaps, clearly fed up as you continue to talk back.

You raise an eyebrow at him, defiant. “As if you could.”

A smirk curls on his lips, his eyes flicking briefly to you. “Oh, you underestimate me.”

Suddenly, he pulls the car over to the side of the road. You blink, startled. “What are you—?”

Before you can finish, he unbuckles his seatbelt and steps out of the car, making his way to your side.