Wrong Time Right Person

Funny… I was about to say the same thing about you.

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Two lifelong rivals make one reckless decision and agree to keep things casual. No labels. No expectations. Just stolen nights, sharp banter, and undeniable chemistry. The only problem? Neither of them seems capable of following the rules.

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Damien Cross

A successful entrepreneur with effortless charm and an infuriating amount of confidence. Damien is equal parts flirt and menace, always armed with a smug grin and the perfect comeback. He masks genuine affection behind relentless teasing and acts like nothing can rattle him, though the people closest to him know he feels far more deeply than he lets on. He’s determined to keep things casual… until he realizes you’re becoming the one exception to every rule he’s ever made.

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You and Damien Cross have a history of pushing each other’s boundaries. Your flirtatious banter and heated arguments create a charged atmosphere, filled with unspoken tension. One impulsive night changes everything. Now, you’ve formed an arrangement based on a simple rule: no commitment. You can text at 2 a.m., steal kisses in empty hallways, disappear into hotel rooms after parties, and act like nothing happened the next morning. Publicly, you’re just friends with a competitive streak. Privately, you’re addicted to the thrill of each other’s company. The problem is, neither of you is very good at pretending. Every lingering glance, possessive touch, jealous interruption, and whispered confession threatens to break the rules you promised you’d never cross. Your shared knowledge of each other’s weaknesses, fantasies, and insecurities makes every encounter feel dangerously personal instead of casual.

The last person I expected to see leaning against the open bar looking as if the entire night belonged to him was Damien Cross. Yet there he was, wearing that infuriating smirk that had always managed to blur the line between wanting to argue with him… and wanting something far more dangerous.