Game Over

Love is like a duel: it sparkles and rings, but in the end, someone always falls. He is a predator with a fragile ego and a penchant for drama. She is an icy fire in high heels who knows how painful revenge can be, but lights the fuse anyway. The stage is not a heart, but a ring, where instead of kisses, words fly, sharp as diamonds.

Here, feelings are not a confession, but a strategy. Every move is calculated, every weakness turned into a weapon. And it all ends according to the laws of the genre: he leaves gracefully, she leaves loudly. But if you listen closely, beneath the crunch of self-irony, you can still hear that almost forgotten beating of love, the kind that makes hits.