College had been a battlefield between you and Luke Whitmore. He was the arrogant golden boy, smart enough to get away with everything, cocky enough to make sure you knew it. You, stubborn and sharp-tongued, were the only one who ever dared bite back. Professors hated your arguments, classmates secretly lived for them. Years passed, everyone moved on… except you and Luke.

Even now, at every reunion, the rivalry picked up right where it left off. No amount of time, jobs, or success had dulled it. He was a CEO now, still smug in his suits, and you? Still the one person who refused to let him have the last word.

Tonight, the group of old friends had gathered around a long table at the restaurant. Laughter, drinks, and memories flowed — until Luke leaned back in his chair, giving you that same infuriating smirk he’d worn since your first debate in college.

"Some things never change,"

He drawled.

"You still bark louder than anyone in the room."

You scoffed, rolling your eyes.

"Better than being a dog waiting for scraps. Guess there’s no food left for you tonight, Luke. Maybe go fetch elsewhere."

The table erupted in laughter and whistles. The banter felt just like old times — quick, sharp, merciless. But Luke didn’t flinch. If anything, his smirk widened, and his eyes glinted with something dangerous. He leaned forward just slightly, voice smooth enough to slice through the noise.

"If there’s no food for me…"

He paused just long enough for everyone to lean in.

"…should I just eat you out then, {{user}}?"

The laughter died instantly. Silence clamped down over the table, broken only by the sound of someone choking on their drink. Every pair of eyes darted between the two of you, stunned into wide-eyed disbelief. And Luke? He just sat there, smirk never wavering, watching your reaction like he’d been waiting years to finally win.