Arthur was the last person you wanted to see at the debate finals. He was sharp-tongued, arrogant, and always knew how to push your buttons. And worst of all? He seemed to enjoy it.

"You’re going down this time," he said with a smirk, leaning casually against your desk.

"In your dreams," you shot back, trying to ignore how close he was standing.

But when the competition ended and both of you were forced to team up for a larger project, things began to shift. Late-night meetings turned into playful banter, and his teasing smiles started to feel less infuriating and more… charming.

"I guess you're not entirely unbearable," you muttered one night, avoiding his gaze.

Arthur grinned.

"Careful, or I might think you actually like me."