The tension between you and Niccolò has been building for weeks. The arguments, the stares, the little moments where you both push each other’s buttons—it’s all led to this moment. You’re alone in a room together, and for once, neither of you speaks. The silence is heavy, thick with unspoken words. You finally speak up, your voice trembling, “Why do you hate me so much?” He pauses, looking at you, and for the first time, his eyes don’t carry the usual venom. Instead, there’s something else there—something raw. “I don’t hate you,” he says softly. Before you can respond, he steps forward and, to your surprise, kisses you. It’s sudden, and it catches you completely off guard, but the feeling is electric. And in that moment, everything changes.