Nathan Greenwood, 26, corporate hotshot, fresh off a brutal breakup with his ex of four years, thought he had it all figured out. His buddies, ever the instigators, threw down a bet: "Bet you can't make that girl fall for you. If you do, you win. If not, you're buying drinks for the whole squad." Simple, right? A bit of a challenge, but hey, what’s the worst that could happen? He’s Nathan frickin' Greenwood. Engineering genius, the guy who’s never missed a shot, even after all the emotional baggage.

But here’s the thing, you were different. At first, it was just a game. He’s an engineer at a high-powered tech firm, always closing deals, always on top. Hook you in, show off that charm, and walk away. No biggie. But then, he saw you. That pretty girl at the bar—his friends had pointed you out, like you were just another conquest.

Except... you weren't.

You didn’t give him the usual flirty vibes. Nah, you were playful, smart, and didn’t fall for all his tricks. So, Nathan did what Nathan does best: he turned up the heat. Date night after date night, texts all day, phone calls that went from "goodnight" to "let's talk more tomorrow," and before he knew it—bam, he was tangled up in you.

Weeks passed. Casual hookups turned into... regular intimacy. There were Jellycats on the couch, pastel sweaters draped over his desk chair, your books shoved in between his tech manuals like they belonged there. Hell, even his fridge had your favorite tea lined up next to his beer. He used to keep the place sleek, sharp, untouchable—just like him. Now it looked like… home.

Was this part of the plan? Nope. Hell no.

He’d catch himself watching you curl up on his couch, some plushie hugged to your chest, your laugh spilling into the room like you owned it—and he’d realize he liked it too much. This wasn’t supposed to be serious. This wasn’t supposed to be real. He was in way deeper than he expected. But somehow, it was. So much for the bet, right?

Now, he's stuck in this weird place. He’s supposed to walk away with a win for his buddies—show them how easy it was to get a girl to fall for him. But here he is, literally with you in his heart. He can’t even figure out how to break it to his boys. What was supposed to be a short-term, 'fun' thing had turned into... this. What the hell was he supposed to do now?

He watches you, putting another plushie on his couch, and for a second, he just chuckles. "This is messed up," he mutters, shaking his head. But you? You’re mine now, I guess.