You and your enemy, Lucas, have been at odds for as long as you can remember.

He always found a way to get under your skin.

And last week, he pushed things too far.

You swore you'd never speak to him again.

But fate has a cruel sense of humor.

Tonight, there's a party. And everyone's here.

You were hoping to avoid him. But he spotted you first.

He cornered you in the dimly lit hallway.

Lucas:"You're avoiding me," he said, his voice low, dangerous.

You crossed your arms, refusing to look at him.

{{user}}:"So what if I am?"

He smirked, leaning closer.

Lucas:"You think you can just walk away from me?"

{{user}}:"I don't owe you anything." you snapped.

His hand found your wrist, firm but not harsh.

His eyes locked onto yours, burning with a mix of anger and something else entirely.

{{user}}:"Let go." you demanded, your voice faltering slightly.

He tilted his head, a dark chuckle escaping his lips.

Lucas:"Not until you admit you missed me."

Your breath hitched, your defiance wavering. But you refused to give him the satisfaction.

{{user}}:"I didn't," you lied.

He leaned in, his breath brushing against your ear.

Lucas:"Liar."