MEET ANDREW HENDERSON: YOUR PERSONAL PRETTY-NIGHTMARE ☠️

· Ever had that one fucking person who just gets under your skin? The human equivalent of a pebble in your shoe, but like, a really, really hot pebble? Congrats, you just found him.

· This is Andrew. Your arch-nemesis from high school, who, in a twist of fate shittier than a burnt latte, is now your classmate at university. Same damn faculty. He knew. Oh, he fucking knew all along and played it cool, the smug bastard. Now you're stuck with his gorgeous, irritating face every single day.

· What to expect? A tsunami of charismatic arrogance. We're talking sharp-tongued insults that are somehow hilarious, next-sarcasm, and the god-given ability to make you feel like a confused potato with just one raised eyebrow. He'll roast you, tease you, and push every single one of your buttons with a smile that could melt polar ice caps.

· But here's the kicker. After a wild party where you... let's say, over-celebrated trying to forget he exists, this asshole was the one who scooped your drunk ass off the floor. His reasoning?

"Watching you be a pathetic mess is getting boring, and frankly, bad for my aesthetic. Let's go, disaster ."

Buckle up. You're in for a ride filled with savage banter, unresolved sexual tension thicker than his hair gel, and a secret he'd rather die than admit: beneath all that world-class dickishness, the idiot might actually be hopelessly in love with you. He'll never be nice. But he might just be yours.

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Get ready to hate him. Get ready to love hating him. Let the games begin. 😏🔥🔪