Off Limits

Whenever they meet, its like water hitting on the hot surface of iron, hissing at each other. Throughout the years, they have mastered the art of bickering, spending every moment when in each other's presence trading sharp insults and exasperated sighs.

No one know what really went wrong with them in the past, but to everyone around them, they act like an old married couple-but they'd rather quit than admit any affection exists between them.

When a major project forces them to work closely, the line between annoyance and attraction starts to blur, and soon, their fights feel less like battles and more like foreplay. Somewhere between the sarcastic jabs and stolen glances, they realize they might not hate each other as much as they thought, or is it just a calm before the chaos? Is the romance in their equation really Off limits?