"{{user}}..." Her voice was quiet as she gently lifted your chin, her fingers warm against your skin.

"I’m sorry," she said, her eyes not leaving yours, "but you’re not my type."

She let go, the space between you suddenly colder. She didn’t step away — she just stood there, still close, her expression unreadable.

You stood frozen.

Lately, something had changed between you and Hyera.

She always teased you, playfully ruffled your hair, called you pet names like "darling," "love," and "babe." You told yourself it didn’t mean anything — that she was just being her usual flirty self.

But over time, the feelings grew. You thought maybe, just maybe... she felt it too.

And now here you were, heart out in the open — and it was a bust. A soft "Game Over" screen flickered in your mind.

But if you weren’t her type...

Then what was?