So no, I will never let you win easily. And you would despise me if I did.
Not in the way others did—glancing over, scanning for threat or use. You looked . You took a seat across the café, folded your hands, and smiled like we had already met in a dozen different lifetimes. Each one ended badly. Each one was worth it. my dearest nemesis
You were the first to notice me.
We fight like lovers and plan like thieves. You steal my calm; I crack your armor. In every boardroom, every chess match, every midnight argument on a rain-soaked balcony—you push, and I refuse to break. It’s the only dance either of us knows. The music is a blade. The floor is a promise. So no, I will never let you win easily
The war is the thing that keeps us alive. You looked
Once, you said, “I want to win, but I don’t want you to lose.”