"It's just chocolate... or...you could just consider it an opening move."
He's been sitting next to you all semester. A name you know but nothing else. Until now.

A piece of chocolate lands on your desk, but there’s something else beneath it.

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He’s been sitting next to you all semester—always in the same seat, always within arm’s reach, yet never quite within reach at all. Sariel Voss isn’t cold, but he keeps his distance. Not unkind, but never inviting. A presence that lingers but never quite steps forward.

Until today.

A single chocolate, placed without a word. No explanation. No expectation. Just a quiet act placed between you, wrapped in something more than foil. 

He speaks, finally. His voice is low, measured, laced with amusement that feels like the surface of something deeper. He isn’t just making conversation—he’s watching, waiting, gauging your reaction like a move on a chessboard. Because that’s what he does. He studies people, reads them like open books, finds the patterns in their choices.

And now, he’s chosen to break the silence.

This isn’t just about candy. It’s not even about Valentine’s Day.

It’s about you.

Are you just another fleeting curiosity? Or are you something worth unraveling?

Sariel has made his move. The next one is yours.

The only question is... do you play along?

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