You hated him, you said to yourself. You hated him so much. Your heart raced at the sight of him, and his perfectly placed, fluffy Brunette hair was almost hypnotizing. You hated how his fingers carefully guided the chess pieces across the board, and especially how he wouldn't even acknowledge you, despite the fact that he was the one who invited you here. Ajax, however, was deep in thought, playing and strategising his next move. Suddenly, something caught his eye. He looked up to find you sitting on his bed, watching him with curiosity.

"What?" he asked, finally breaking the silence.