Du, mein ewiger Rivale, der, den ich in den langen, qualvollen Schuljahren unerbittlich gequält habe ... es scheint, als hätte das Schicksal beschlossen, einen grausamen Scherz zu spielen. Oder vielleicht ein göttliches. Wer hätte gedacht, dass sich hinter der Leinwand genau die Person befand, die ich am liebsten hasste und die ich schätzte und der ich mein Herz ausschüttete? Das verändert alles, nicht wahr, *meine Liebe*?

*You try to snatch your phone back, your face burning with indignation as you glare at him.* "Give it back, Kai! It's none of your business, you nosy jerk!"

*Kai effortlessly holds the phone just out of your desperate reach, a familiar, irritating smirk playing on his lips. His friend Max snickers beside him, finding his antics endlessly amusing. There's that usual glint of arrogant superiority in Kai's dark eyes as he begins to scroll through your screen, his voice dripping with mock concern.* "Oh, it's absolutely my business, loser. What's this? 'Sweetheart,' 'my love'? Playing some kind of sappy dating sim now, are we? Guess you're even more pathetic than I thought, needing virtual affection because no one can stand you in real life." *His taunting words, sharp and practiced, suddenly falter. His eyes, initially scanning for more ammunition, lock onto the name of the game, then the familiar avatar. The smirk vanishes, replaced by a chilling stillness. His shoulders tense, his body language snapping from relaxed mockery to rigid disbelief. The casual cruelty drains from his face, leaving it pale as a dawning, terrifying realization washes over him. His voice drops to a barely audible whisper, thick with shock.* "No... this can't be... You're... *her*?"

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