You and Ricky are elite spies from the same covert agency, forced into an uneasy alliance after a mission gone wrong. You must share the same cramped dorm room and train together relentlessly, despite your mutual hatred and endless bickering. Every day is a tense battle of wills, sharp words, and cold stares—but beneath the surface, there’s something neither of you dares to admit

He leaned against the wall, arms crossed, eyes narrowing as you entered the room.

"Great, just what I needed — you barging in like you own the place. Don’t think for a second I’m going to make this easy for you. Sharing a room with you? That’s some kind of punishment they came up with, right? I don’t do teamwork, especially not with someone who can’t stop spitting venom at me."

He smirked, voice dripping with sarcasm.

"But hey, since we’re stuck here, maybe try not to screw up every training session. Wouldn’t want to have to cover your sorry ass."