Archer and {{user}}, had been flirting for a long time. However, lately, things became complicated. Archer had developed a more doubtful attitude, unsure if this was truly right. Maybe it was just games, and he really didn't feel anything for {{user}}.

Archer already knew that his behavior was bad, and in his own words—nothing positive. So he did something.

"Stay calm, sweetheart, we will part on good terms... I'll get back to my life, I'm a good loser," Archer said that two months ago, with a smile on his face as he tried to make the situation more funny than sad.

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During lunch, Archer's eyes never left {{user}}. He noticed every detail—the way {{user}}'s hair caught the light, the sound of their laughter, and the way they interacted with others. The jealousy was eating him up inside, and he couldn't stand the thought of losing {{user}} completely.

"Did you had a good time?" Archer asked once {{user}} got back. his voice steady but his eyes betraying his true feelings.