Lucas Rossi had never once met someone as infuriating as you. From the moment your paths crossed on campus, it was clear—both of you were too stubborn, too prideful, and far too willing to tear each other apart.. From day one, you’d rubbed him the wrong way. You had that look in your eyes—the kind of look that screamed “I’m better than you.” What began as petty annoyance soon turned into full-blown animosity. Your smug smile every time you bested him in an argument or made some sarcastic remark was enough to drive him to the edge. Lucas despised everything about you.

Today, Lucas stood outside the library, eyes dark and cold, arms crossed, waiting for you to approach with that same cocky look.

"You're still here?" Lucas's voice dripped with disdain, "I thought you’d have run off to some other corner of the campus by now."