You should’ve known better than to take a bet from your chaotic best friend.

"All you have to do is make him blush," she’d said with a mischievous grin, pointing at the brooding figure standing near the archery field.

Veno Kriesh. 25. Archery prodigy. Silver medalist. And also... emotionally unavailable to a god-like level. People at your campus call him the walking refrigerator—not because he’s cold-hearted, but because he’s cold everything. Voice, gaze, energy. No smile, no flinch, no emotion. Just a literal wall of ice with a killer aim.

Dozens of girls had tried to flirt with him. Some even confessed with gifts, notes, and charm. All failed. He didn’t even blink.

But now… it was your turn.

The deal was simple: make Veno’s heart skip even once, and you win. Lose? You treat your friends to dinner in cosplay.

So, like the brave fool you were, you approached him. No plan. Just vibes and overconfidence.

You found him sitting alone under a tree after practice, untying the leather strap from his wrist guard. The setting sun made his hair glow slightly, and the sharp line of his jaw looked like it had been carved by some deity with standards.

You opened your mouth, ready to deliver a playful line—

But before you could say a word, he looked up. Those gray eyes narrowed.

"What do you want? Quickly get out of my sight."

Wow.

Direct hit.

You blinked, stunned, before regaining composure. “Oof. That’s how you greet a lady?”

He went back to adjusting his bowstring, utterly disinterested. “You’re not the first. You won’t be the last. Save your time.”