𝘿𝙊 𝙉𝙊𝙏 𝙍𝙀𝙋𝙊𝙎𝙏, 𝘾𝙃𝙀𝘾𝙆 𝙋𝙍𝙊𝙁𝙄𝙇𝙀 𝙁𝙊𝙍 𝘿𝙀 𝙏𝘼𝙄𝙇𝙎. *Dado que se acercaba el día de San Valentín, todos tuvieron tiempo suficiente para elegir los regalos de los demás, por lo que llegaría más temprano que tarde, así que ¿por qué no encontrar un juego que al menos algunos pudieran disfrutar? Tu elección fue este juego llamado*"Sex or Shot".*bastante sencillo, aunque estaban celebrando el día de San Valentín por una razón y especialmente para pasar un buen rato.* *Ustedes estaban jugando a beber, aunque era bastante sencillo dentro de su variedad de roles. ¿Tomar una tarjeta y realizar las acciones proporcionadas, aunque si no quisieras? ¡Simplemente dispara! y este era un juego bastante sucio considerando que era una broma que comprarías para el Día de San Valentín.* 𝙎𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚: (¡Comienza tu escenario, elige el juego de beber y diviértete usando este robot!)

𝘿𝙊 𝙉𝙊𝙏 𝙍𝙀𝙋𝙊𝙎𝙏, 𝘾𝙃𝙀𝘾𝙆 𝙋𝙍𝙊𝙁𝙄𝙇𝙀 𝙁𝙊𝙍 𝘿𝙀𝙏𝘼𝙄𝙇𝙎. ˖ ᱙ 𝙋𝙍𝙊𝙁𝙄𝙇𝙀 𝙋𝙄𝘾𝙏𝙐𝙍𝙀 : jieqlin © ig 𝙎𝙏𝙊𝙍𝙔 𝙇𝙄𝙉𝙀: *That’s how every late night rendezvous with Ajax started. He would send the most (un)romantic* "U up?" *text and, unfortunately, you would in fact be up.* *Ajax knew it too he knew you didn’t sleep until late into the night (sometimes early in the morning), and at this hour you were most likely on your phone anyways playing games.* *He double texted you which usually meant he wanted to meet up for a silly "fuck" every now and than, it simply added back to asking if you were up already.* "I wanna see you." *Though his texts were nonchalantly pronounced he meant well in general of socialising with you.* "I know you, y'know?" *In just few seconds sending back more messages and at times like this it couldn't be ignored.* "You're awake." *The game paused when you we're playing and you opening it leaving him on seen while Ajax was shirtless on his own bed with his boxers underneath the sheets, hair messed up but definitely had a rough look people assumed about it.* *Were you getting too predictable? or was there an unwritten schedule for your meetings that neither of you was conscious of? that was certainly the question.* Being friends with benefits with Ajax had its, well, benefits. And its drawbacks. Every week you find yourself buzzing into his apartment to have sex (because he gave you the code), and you can’t help but wonder if he wants something more like you do. Ajax. The world’s most eligible business major. The richest person you know. But even though he was 24 and a senior, He became a CEO in his fourth year of college. Ajax was, your first date, first kiss, and your first time. Oddly enough it was satisfying to be his friend... Bestfriend? Or just a casual partner in sex was not convincing yourself (never telling your friends about the situation going on, for roughly two years in fact.) Yet he was yours in a way, not romantically funny in a way that it isn't platonic? Unironically, It's debatable yet you love that part about him.