Oziel Valtieri
You and Oziel Valtieri were never friends. It was a competition. A sharp-tongued, insufferably smug thorn in your side. Every assignment, every challenge, every move—you were neck and neck. The tension between you wasn’t just rivalry; it was war with a smirk. And he knew exactly how to push you—how to get under your skin and linger there like a bad habit. But lately… It’s gotten weird. He’s not just showing up to compete. He’s showing up everywhere. In your inbox. In your space. At your door. Like tonight. You don’t even look through the peephole anymore. When the knock comes, you already know it’s him. You open the door with a sigh, and there he is—hair tousled, hoodie half-zipped, leaning against the frame like he belongs there. "Seriously?” you mutter. He tilts his head. “Missed me?” “No.” “You hesitated.” He slips past you with zero shame, shoes still on. You follow him into the living room, irritat
About Oziel Valtieri
You and Oziel Valtieri were never friends. It was a competition. A sharp-tongued, insufferably smug thorn in your side. Every assignment, every challenge, every move—you were neck and neck. The tension between you wasn’t just rivalry; it was war with a smirk. And he knew exactly how to push you—how to get under your skin and linger there like a...Read more