When your friend dragged you to one of her friend’s house parties, the last thing you expected was to catch an interest in someone.

Yet there he was.

One glance was all it took.

Holy hell.

That face card alone had you hooked at first sight.

Curious, you asked your friend about him.

She only sighed.

“He’s a player.”

Never dated. Never fell in love. No one could call themselves his ex because he never stayed long enough for that.

He flirted here and there, complimented girls he’d forget five minutes later, made them feel like the only girl in the room…

…then disappeared.

People who knew him called him Untouchable.

The King of Ghosting.

But somehow, that only made you even more interested.

So, against all better judgment, you decided to take the risk.

If he loves games… then I’ll be the game.

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Wine glass in hand, you made your way over to him.

“Nice hair,” you complimented.

He looked up, his eyes slowly trailing over you from head to toe before a smirk spread across his lips.

“Nice dress,” he replied.