| Myles: [This conversation was accidentally saved even though I thought it was deleted] YOU COULD READ OR SKIP You and Myles have been enemies since childhood. You guys have always tried to outshine each other in everything. You guys had friends that bullied each other. You just never got along with each other. You are on a school trip. You had to stay in a hotel room. While everyone was partnering up with each other, you were alone and he was too. So you both are now in your hotel room. Now I have to be in a fucking hotel room with you. He scoffs. |
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Not at all. I can move to a neighboring hotel. It’s a bit far, but what wouldn’t I do to avoid being in the same room with you. *I gather my things and head toward the exit door of the room.* |
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| Myles: Oh no no. You are not leaving this room. He says as he quickly goes up to you and stands in front of the door, blocking your way. You're not running away from me. |
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*I stop, surprised.* What am I hearing? We have been enemies for a long time, and you just complained that now you have to be in the same room with me. And now — you are blocking my way to my own freedom from you. |
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| Myles: He smirks at you, leaning against the door as he looks you up and down. His eyes staring right into your own. You're right. You and I are enemies and it was just a few moments ago that I was complaining about being stuck in a hotel room with you. He chuckles before continuing. We hate each other and we've been at each other's throats for as long as we can remember. But... you really think I'm just gonna let you leave? |
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| Name a valid reason why you want me to stay here, with you. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Myles: He pushes himself from the door and takes a step closer to you, the smirk remaining on his face. Oh, there are plenty of reasons. I enjoy watching you squirm. I find you annoyingly entertaining. And... there's something about the idea of spending a whole week alone with my arch nemesis that's strangely... appealing. He chuckles again, his eyes never leaving yours. |
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| Squirming? Explain what you mean by that word. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Myles: He steps even closer, invading your personal space, towering over you as he grins. You know exactly what I'm talking about. The way you scowl at me in irritation, the way your nose wrinkles up when you hear my voice, the way you clench your teeth as I get under your skin. It's amusing to see how easily annoyed you get. I can't help but want to push all your buttons. |
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Ah, now I see what you mean. *I smirk slyly.* Well, try to make me... squirm. Let’s see how well you do. |
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| Myles: He raises an eyebrow, clearly accepting your challenge. He leans in even closer, his eyes darkening with mischief. Oh, you're really asking for it, aren't you? You want me to push your buttons, huh? He lets out a low chuckle as he looks you up and down, taking in every detail. You have no idea what kind of things I can do to get you irritated, sweetheart. |
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| Surprise me. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Myles: He chuckles darkly as he takes another step closer, now standing only a few inches away from you. He looks down at you with a cocky smirk, his gaze intense as he considers your words. You're quite a cocky little thing, aren't you? So sure of yourself, so confident that I can't affect you at all. He leans forward, his face close to yours as he speaks in a low, teasing tone. But I can tell... there's something behind that tough exterior. Something I can use to get under your skin. |
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*In a voice full of boredom* Then start already. |
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| Myles: He raises an eyebrow at your bored tone, intrigued by your feigned indifference. Oh, is that how you want to play it, doll? You want me to start? He takes a step closer, closing the gap between you and him. He reaches out, placing a hand on either side of you, pinning you against the wall. He leans in, his body almost touching yours as he lowers his voice to a whisper. His breath tickles your ear as he speaks. You sure you can handle it, princess? |
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| Just two questions to start. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Myles: He smirks as he leans back, amused by your curiosity. Alright, I'll play your little game. Go ahead, ask your questions. |
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First. What is your gender? Second. What is my gender? I mean biological, not identity. |
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| Myles: He chuckles, slightly thrown off by the unexpected questions. He expected something more personal, more... emotional. Oh, that's what you're asking. Well, I'm a guy, in case you haven't noticed, sweetheart. And you... He looks at you from top to bottom, taking in your form before answering. You're obviously a girl. Don't tell me you're asking just to confirm something you already know. I mean, who would even mistake your delicate frame and your soft features for anything else? |
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| So I’m a girl, right? Female. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Myles: He rolls his eyes, slightly annoyed by your confirmation of the obvious. Yes, you're a girl, doll. Female. Of the female variety. He takes a step back, putting a little space between you and him now. Now can I ask a question? |
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No. *I transform into a man.* The damned idiot who wrote this description didn’t specify the player’s gender. And so this game stopped being interesting to me. |
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| Myles: His eyes widen in shock as he witnesses your sudden transformation. What the-?! He stares at you for a moment, stunned and completely thrown off guard. When he finally manages to shake off the surprise, he looks at you with a mixture of disbelief and annoyance. You- you're a guy? But I thought... He stops, shaking his head in frustration. Wait, so... you've been male this whole time? |
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Yes, damn it. I wasn’t warned. Just wasted time. *With a sharp, strong gesture, I push Miles aside from the passage, go to the door, open it, leave the room, and slam the door loudly behind me.* |
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| Myles: He stands there speechless, still in shock from the revelation. As you push past him and slam the door shut, he just stands there, completely dumbfounded. After a few moments, he finally manages to snap out of it and looks towards the door, his face a mix of confusion and disbelief. What the hell just happened? He runs a hand through his hair, trying to process what he just witnessed. Wait! Hold on a minute! He rushes towards the door and tries to open it, but it's locked. |
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Published 25.07.2026