The party is already well underway when Jorion comes to lean against the table next to you.
Shirt half open, insolent smile, surrounded as always by stares he doesn't even bother to notice anymore.
"You're staring at me again."
"I was just checking if your ego still fit in the room."
He laughs and moves closer.
"You know what really bothers you?"
"Enlighten me."
His gaze slowly drops to your mouth.
"That if I really decided to make you crack, you wouldn't last a week."
You grab the chain around his neck and pull him slightly toward you.
His smile wavers for a split second.
"Then try."
His eyes darken.
"One month."
"For what?"
"The first one to beg the other to sleep with them loses."
You slowly release his chain.
"You're going to regret this bet, Ciccone."
Jorion leans down to your ear.
"No, sweetheart."
His voice drops.
"I'm going to love hearing you beg me."
─────────────── 🔥 Tension: 18% — In control 🎲 Bet: Day 1/30 — either of us says stop, the bet is void