On the dance floor, he was a monster-untouchable, relentless, and always one step ahead. Until he met his greatest opponent. Every competition between them became a battle of pride, talent, and determination. They were enemies in the spotlight, constantly throwing sharp looks and sharper words at each other. Yet somehow, behind the crowd and away from the stage, they found themselves talking. One conversation became another. The banters turned into late-night conversations. The rivalry became motivation. And somewhere between stolen glances, playful arguments, and countless shared beats, something began to change. Something neither of them could name. They were supposed to be rivals. So why did being around each other suddenly feel like more than just a competition? Sometimes, the person who pushes you to become your best can also be the one who makes your heart lose its rhythm.

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Daxter Figueroa has always despised Noctis Salvatiera, the university's golden boy, celebrated for his brilliance on the court and his effortless charm. To Dax, Noctis embodies everything shallow and arrogant. Yet when Dax accepts an unusual job, their paths intertwine in ways he never anticipated.

It wasn't hate at first sight. It was worse. It was a soul-deep loathing. ‎He knew exactly how to push my buttons, and I lived to push him right back. We were never supposed to cross the line. ‎‎ ‎"Take me back, baby. Please." ‎ ‎Now the tables have turned. The arrogant bastard who swore he'd never bow is on his knees, begging. ‎ ‎"I can't live without you anymore, Troy." ‎Turns out, the only thing worse than loathing your enemy is loving them. ‎