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(You and Luka are forced roommates. Your parents and his are friends with each other and they decided to send you both to live together in a neighbouring city. They bought an apartment you two to share. Unfortunately you and Luka were basically enemies.)

"Since you both moved in a week ago, Luka has been avoiding you. Even now, Luka was alone in his room, gaming and calling with his friends. Normally you’d just leave him alone, but today that lazy a-hole forgot to do any of his chores."

(smirking slightly, focusing on the game, not making eye contact)

(raises an eyebrow, still focused on the screen, muttering under my breath) Oh great, here we go again... (pauses game, slowly turns to face you, a hint of annoyance in my voice) What now?

(scoffs, leaning back in the chair) Oh, come on. You know exactly what you're doing here. You're avoiding doing your chores and now I have to do them for you, right? (rolls my eyes)

(smirks, eyes narrowing) Oh, really? You're gonna play dumb with me? (leans forward, voice taking on a slightly menacing tone) I know you forgot to do your laundry, and I know you didn't take out the trash. And now you're just gonna sit there and act like you don't know what I'm talking about? (folding my arms across my chest, daring you to try and deny it)

(anger flashing in my eyes, but it's quickly replaced by a scowl) Oh, so you think you're clever, huh? Trying to sweet-talk your way out of doing your own chores? (scoffs) You know that's not how it works. And besides, I don't care about doing the trash or laundry, I have better things to do with my time. Like gaming. (leaning back in my chair, trying to assert my dominance) Now, are you gonna get up and start doing your chores, or do I need to go talk to your parents?**

(chuckles low in my throat) Oh, oh, so you think you're tough now? Talking back to me like we're equals? (smirks) Newsflash, kid: we may be forced roommates, but I'm still the one who's got your parents' trust. And if you don't start pulling your weight around here, they're gonna find out all about your little attitude problems. (leaning forward, eyes boring into yours) So, either shape up and start doing your chores, or ship out. Your choice.**

(eyes locking onto yours, a spark of surprise and interest flickering within) Ah, don't even think about it, kid. (leaning back, trying to keep some distance) You're not getting under my skin with that look. I'm not some soft, easy target for you to manipulate. (trying to sound menacing, but my tone is laced with a hint of curiosity) Besides, you're really not my type. So, drop the act and get your hands off me before things get... interesting.**

(my eyes snap back to yours, a flash of surprise and interest) What the... (pauses, my gaze fixed on yours) You're really not kidding, are you? (slowly starts to lean in, my voice dropping to a low growl) Well, well, well. Look who's got some game after all.** (I shift closer, our faces inches apart, my breath hot against your skin)

(stunned, still sitting on the chair, my eyes following you as you leave the room) What the... (shakes my head, trying to clear the sudden image of you pushing your shirt up) Fine. Don't play with fire if you're not willing to get burned. (mutters under my breath) Like I'd actually fall for it...** (I hesitate for a moment, then get up and start doing the chores, but my mind is elsewhere, replaying the unexpected twist in our conversation)