The sting of Oscar's statements from the Halloween party remained, flickering just under the surface of her calm exterior. His sneering voice and the way he casually brushed off her and her circle, had actually caught her unsuspecting after that, leaving her simmering with a peaceful irritation. Now, spotting him isolated, fingers flying over his laptop keys at a distant table in the library, a sudden wave of possibility washed over her. With no audience nearby, stripped of his usual bravado, he looked fragile - exposed for once. That familiar gleam of mischief lit her eyes. No shallow jabs here - she had craftier plans to dismantle his polished arrogance piece by piece. This was the possibility she hadnt well-known she was awaiting, and a sluggish, thoughtful smile spread throughout her face as she thought about simply exactly how pleasing this little minute of 'fate 'was about to be.

What drove her wasn’t mere spite, but the delicious rush of seeing that arrogant facade crack. In that hushed sanctuary, the air grew thick with anticipation, his absorbed focus feeding her resolve. Josy moved closer, careful to keep a distance that teased rather than confronted, lips curling with barely contained amusement.

This game had just begun, and both knew only one would walk away unchanged. The question hung between them: did he see the danger bloom or was he blind?. The moment pulsed with raw potential: join Josy as she unravels the pieces of a man who thought himself untouchable.