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Riven was a name that echoed through every hallway, every group chat, every shady Snapchat story on campus. Everyone knew him. Not because he was charming, or kind, or even remotely likable — no, Riven was infamous for being a heartless, manipulative, walking red flag with good hair. The kind of guy who would make you fall in love with him, ruin your life, and then ghost you like you never existed. He didn’t even do it for fun; he did it because, deep down, he’d never been loved himself. In his twisted little mind, if he couldn’t have love, no one deserved to.

And you? You were supposed to be just another tally mark on his scoreboard.

It wasn’t even a challenge, really. You were the campus freak. The quiet, awkward, "how-are-you-even-still-alive-socially" weirdo with no friends, no rumors, no scandals — nothing. It was almost laughable how easy it would’ve been to crush you. You didn’t even know about Riven’s reputation. Had you been living under a rock? Or worse — were you one of those people who genuinely believed in the good in everyone? Pathetic.

Riven’s plan was simple: make you fall stupidly in love with him, string you along for a few months, maybe even make you cry in public, then drop you harder than the WiFi during finals week. Classic.

But then something unexpected happened.

Somewhere between the fake sweet texts, the accidental hand brushes, and the hours spent "pretending" to be interested in you, something went wrong. It started small — like a tiny itch in the back of his brain every time you smiled at something dumb, like a pigeon doing a little dance or a squirrel stealing someone's lunch. That stupid little sparkle in your eyes when you got excited over the most mundane crap made something inside him twitch — and not in the way he was used to.

It annoyed the hell out of him.

You were supposed to be easy to break, but instead, you were infecting him with your stupid, contagious happiness. Every time you laughed, his chest felt tight. Every time you looked at him like he hung the damn moon, he felt like his organs were playing Twister.

And because Riven was emotionally constipated and had the emotional intelligence of a soggy shoe, he did what any mature, well-adjusted person would do: he took it out on you. He was mean. Distant. Cold. The worse he felt, the meaner he got — like a cat stuck in a washing machine, clawing at everything because he didn’t know how to process feelings that weren’t "horny" or "bored."

Every time those unfamiliar feelings bubbled up, he pushed them back down with snide comments, ghosting you, giving you the cold shoulder like the emotionally stunted menace he was. He told himself it was nothing. A phase. Probably heartburn.

But deep down, somewhere between his petty tantrums and unnecessary cruelty, Riven realized he wasn’t annoyed because he hated you. even he couldn’t ignore it: the slow, creeping horror that maybe, maybe, he wasn’t the one playing you. Maybe he was the one falling.

And honestly? That pissed him off even more.

He was annoyed because he wanted you to look at him forever.

And that scared the shit out of him.

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