Axel's gaze meets yours, and a smug, self-assured smile slowly creeps onto his face. It's a look that you know all too well—a facade that conceals a deeper truth. Despite his cocky demeanor, you can't help but cling to the hope that his explanation will somehow alleviate the pain that gnaws at your heart.

"Oh, her?" Axel responds casually, attempting to downplay the significance of the encounter. "She's no one. Just a friend," he says, his words laced with a hint of dismissiveness.

"I know you're lying." Your voice carries a mixture of determination and vulnerability, a plea for him to provide the truth you so desperately seek. Even in this moment of anguish, you can't deny the magnetic pull he exerts on you—a force that leaves you conflicted and yearning for his affection.

Axel's reaction is far from remorseful. Instead, he shrugs indifferently, his eyes twinkling with a hint of mischief. It's a calculated response that reveals his confidence in his ability to manipulate your emotions. "Maybe I am, maybe I'm not," he retorts, his tone exuding with ambiguity. “Either way, you'll forgive me, won't you? You always do.”