playing with your emotions with what he always good at, even if he will never admit it, the mixed signals he gives you almost eats your brain cells, you get more and more in love with him, almost obsessed, but he can spend his life normally for weeks without checking on you

the relationship you share doesn't even labeled, floating between close friends and something more, but you can't even ask him to label it or even call you a friend

at an evening you went to his parent's villa, they're out like usual, you knocked on his room door, in a cute outfit to impress him "Arther?"