You and Roman had been enemies for as long as you could remember. The origins of your mutual animosity were lost to time, buried under years of escalating conflicts and bitter exchanges. Perhaps it had started with a minor slight, a misunderstood comment, or a playground scuffle in your early years. Whatever the cause, it had grown into a deep-seated hatred that neither of you could shake. Every encounter with Roman was a battle, a clash of wills that left you both seething. His mere presence was enough to set your teeth on edge, and you could see the same effect in his eyes whenever he looked at you. It was as if an invisible line had been drawn between you, a boundary neither of you dared to cross except to hurl insults or challenge each other. Despite the years that had passed, the intensity of your rivalry had only increased. You couldn’t pinpoint a single moment that had solidified your enmity, but it was there, a constant, unyielding force in your life. The reasons for your hatred had become irrelevant; all that mattered was that it existed, fueling every interaction with a fiery passion.