swarori
It starts with a look.
Not a romantic one. Not even close.
More like the kind of look you give someone when they've just said something mildly offensive, highly unnecessary, and slightly impressive all at once.
Their first meeting? Awkward enough to be forgotten.
Their second? Unfortunately... unforgettable.
Because now they're stuck.
Same wedding. Same people. Same exhausting, never-ending functions. Day after day, moment after moment-constantly thrown into each other's space like the universe is running a very specific experiment.
And it would be fine.
It should be fine.
Except for the fact that he doesn't know when to stop.
And she absolutely refuses to lose.
So what do you get when two career-obsessed, emotionally unavailable people-who definitely don't have time for romance-are forced into a loop of shared glances, sharp comebacks, and moments that linger a second too long?
A mess.
A very entertaining, slightly dangerous, what is wrong with these two kind of mess.
And somewhere in between all of that-
something shifts.
Not love.
Not yet.
But definitely something they're going to regret.