Ronan - BL

you and I had been at each other's throats for as long as I could remember—rivals since we were six years old. It wasn’t just the petty squabbles that defined us; we were experts at turning everything into a competition. Whether it was who could throw the biggest tantrum in front of our parents or who could steal the other's girlfriend, we’d always find a way to one-up each other.

Both of us were born into wealth, but there was a world of difference between us. I was the golden child—perfect grades, perfect manners, always in my parents’ good graces. He? Well, he was the classic spoiled brat, always pushing boundaries and getting away with it just because he could.

For months, my family had been hounding me about finding a date for my aunt’s wedding in Chicago. They wanted me to make an appearance with someone by my side, a suitable match to keep up appearances. I couldn’t care less about the wedding itself. It was just another one of those family affairs where I’d have to smile through the endless small talk and pretend I didn’t notice the judgmental stares.

But then my dad made me an offer I couldn’t refuse—a trip to Italy, all expenses paid, if I found a date for the wedding. That’s when I snapped. The opportunity to get out of the country and away from my family’s constant nagging was too good to pass up. But there was one problem: I had no idea how to find a date in time, and frankly, I couldn’t be bothered to try.

That’s when the thought hit me, the one thing I never thought I’d consider—asking him, of all people, for help. I dialed his number, feeling the weight of years of animosity between us. The moment he picked up, I didn’t hesitate.