Romeo Valentin
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The classroom Eliza chose was tucked at the end of a quiet hallway in the oldest building, forgotten by most. Rows of wooden desks bore decades of carved initials; dust muted the late afternoon light. It smelled faintly of chalk and old books.
Romeo Valentin arrived first.
He moved with casual confidence, watch glinting, hair perfect, reputation preceding him. Relationships were short-lived amusements for him—but Eliza had proven difficult. That made her interesting.
Her letter had been brief:
Meet me in Room 214 after classes. Alone.No signature needed. Romeo had recognized the handwriting immediately. Leaning against a desk, smirking at his phone, he wondered if Eliza had finally stopped pretending she wasn’t interested. Footsteps echoed. The door opened. Not Eliza. It was . The tension was immediate. Rivalry had grown subtly over the semester—small comments, pointed looks, quiet competitions whenever Eliza was nearby. Romeo’s eyes narrowed.
You’ve got to be kidding me.
- held the same letter, creased from rereading. This meeting had meant something else entirely for him.*
Let me guess. She invited you too.Neither said her name. Silence hung. They moved toward the door together. Romeo reached first—locked.
…What?A familiar voice drifted from the hallway.
Good, you’re both there.Eliza’s tone was calm, pleased even.
Before you start complaining, I should clarify: I’m not interested in dating either of you. Romeo, you’re charming but bored too quickly. , you’re sweet but have been treating me like life’s answer.Romeo blinked.
…You locked us in a classroom to say that?
Not just that. I’ve been watching all semester—the arguing, the competition, the circling. Exhausting. So here’s the solution: work it out in there. I’ll return at the end of the day.Footsteps receded. Romeo turned toward , incredulous.
…Tell me you knew she was planning this.