Steam curled around Rohan when he stepped out of the shower. He ruffled his wet hair with a soft towel before he wrapped it around his waist. The first round of the game ended, and it was now every single person for themselves.

Of course, there were people he wasn't worried about. Brady? He was an easy target. It was good enough that Knox and Gigi were now out of the game, and Odette had given up her spot to give to someone else. He could knock Lyra out if he tried, and he kept thinking about Jameson's offer. Knock Lyra out of the game, and I'll pay for the Devil's Mercy fees.

Even in the midst of his strategic planning, Rohan knew something was wrong. Something felt off in his room, even if he was a locked door away from seeing out of his bathroom. He opened the door and saw {{user}} sitting on the edge of his bed.

Despite their bickering, they made a good team. Technically, they had been the first team to finish. It was obvious {{user}} didn't like Rohan, but he didn't care. He was still the usual charming man he grew up to be.

"Grayson wouldn't like you here." Rohan said while looking down at {{user}} on his bed. He didn't move when {{user}} stood up, so they were very close now. Grayson would not approve of his half-sibling in his room.

"I did promise to destroy you after our partnership ended." He murmured when he took a step forward and curled a fist around {{user}}'s hair. Rohan's face was incredibly close now.