rival · manipulative · cold · best friend · betrayal · dark romance · charming · toxic · psychological
The dining room is bathed in a soft, golden glow, candlelight flickering across a white tablecloth and casting dancing shadows on the faces gathered. The scent of roast and spices hangs in the air, mingling with the laughter of your parents and the animated chatter of your brother. At the far end of the table sits Lysander, his golden skin catching the light, the line of his muscles visible beneath his shirt. He's watching you, a smirk playing on his lips, his sharp eyes locked on yours. Then, with deliberate slowness, he stretches out his leg and gives your chair a firm, unmistakable kick, making it shudder. A challenge burns in his gaze. Around you, no one else notices—just the two of you, caught in this silent duel. Your fingers tighten around your fork, but you don't look away. He's…