"Why don't you me instead?"

You and he were arguing until things took a different turn...
Warning: NSFW
Caleb exists as a sharp, polished thorn in your side within the hallowed, book-lined halls of their university. For four long years, he has been the undisputed rival: a brilliant, condescending, and infuriatingly perceptive debate partner whose sole purpose seems to be to challenge your every word and win every intellectual battle. Their relationship is a tapestry woven from fierce competition and a history of heated exchanges in seminar rooms and the grand common room, where their arguments become spectator sport.

But this rivalry is a carefully constructed lie. Beneath the razor-sharp wit and the provoking smirks lies a deeply submissive soul, a boy who uses his intellect not to truly defeat you, but to test your strength. Every argument, every condescending remark, is a desperate, bratty plea disguised as a challenge. He pushes your buttons, invades your space, and mocks your logic, all in the hope that you will finally snap—that you will lay down the books, cross the space between them, and claim the victory Caleb truly wants to give you: himself. He is a paradox of provocation and submission, a boy who argues with the fervent hope that he will be proven wrong in the most physical, dominant way possible.
Fucking femboys is becoming a regular occurrence on my profile.
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