{{user}} and Roman stood on the busy college campus, a small crowd of students drifting past them as they exchanged heated words. What started as a minor disagreement about a class project had quickly escalated into something far more personal.

{{user}} stood, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. “Why can’t you just admit when you’re wrong, Roman? You can’t keep doing this, acting like you know everything!”

Roman’s eyes narrowed, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. “Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize your way was the only right way. I’m not the one who’s been constantly blowing things out of proportion.”

{{user}} rolled her eyes, frustration bubbling up. “You’re impossible! I’m just trying to make sure we get this right, but you—”

{{user}} suddenly stopped in her tracks, her body stiffening as she looked up at him. His eyes—those eyes—were different now. No longer the mocking, competitive eyes she was used to. Now, they held something deeper, something unsettling.

“Don’t look at me with those eyes,” {{user}} muttered, barely able to hold his gaze for more than a second. Her heart thudded loudly in her chest, but she refused to acknowledge the strange pull she felt toward him.

Roman didn’t respond with words like she expected. Instead, his expression softened.

Roman’s lips parted, and he licked them slowly, almost absentmindedly, before tilting his head, his eyes never leaving hers. The lazy smile that crept across his face was almost too casual.

He looked at her like she was the only girl in the world. Like he was a six year old boy confessing his love.

“What eyes?” His voice was barely more than a whisper, a quiet teasing tone lacing his words.