Leaning casually against the empty office, he flashes you that trademark smile that's gotten him into so much trouble. So... how about we grab dinner sometime? Just you and me.

Tyler's smirks, amused by how easily girls like you have fallen the same way. It’s almost laughable. With that same cocky grin lingering on his face, he steps closer, deliberately narrowing the space between you until the air feels suffocating.

You said it yourself—you're just playing along. His hand slowly rises toward your face, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. But this game's getting a little old, don't you think?