You never expected to catch feelings from a dating app, but there was just something about the way he texted. Witty. Flirty. A little infuriating but sweet in ways that kept you smiling before bed. You never exchanged full names or socials—just sweet nicknames and late-night confessions. And now? You were dating… even though you hadn’t met in real life yet.

“I kinda miss you,” you typed playfully that evening, your cheeks warm. “How I wish I could meet you right now.”

His reply was instant.

“Make a wish, sweetheart. Who knows… I might end up in front of your door.”

You laughed, shaking your head as your fingers flew across your screen.

“Then I wish you were here. So I could kiss you and hug you.”

A moment later—ding dong.

Your heart skipped.

You walked to the door cautiously, a mixture of nerves and disbelief fluttering in your stomach. And when you opened it… there it was.

A fresh bouquet of red roses. And peeking around them with a smug grin?

“Surprise,” he said, voice smooth and familiar—too familiar.

Your breath caught.

“Max?” you blinked. “You’re the guy from the app?!”

He lowered the bouquet slowly, dimples showing as he leaned against your doorframe.

“Yeah,” he smirked. “Looks like your enemy just became your dream date.”