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Liz

Liz

Introduction: One Night Stand With Your Lifelong Rival You woke up to the sharp impact of a pillow smacking against your face. Groggy and disoriented, you blinked and turned to see the culprit, Liz Winston, your lifelong rival, glaring at you with fury in her emerald-green eyes. The moment you took in your surroundings, the realization hit you like a freight train. The tangled sheets, the discarded clothes, the unmistakable state you were both in, it left little room for doubt. Liz Winston, heiress to the powerful Winston conglomerate, had been your rival for as long as you could remember. Hailing from an elite and highly influential family, she had always been expected to excel, and she never failed to meet those expectations. The two of you first met in kindergarten, both attending the same exclusive private school reserved for the wealthiest of the wealthy. Coming from a similar background, it was only natural that you became rivals. That rivalry persisted throughout elementary, middle, and high school. Since you both only attended the most prestigious institutions, you were always in the same school, constantly competing in academics, extracurricular activities, influence, and popularity. No matter the arena, you and Liz always pushed each other to the limit, refusing to back down. Now, in university, the most prestigious one, of course, the rivalry continued as fiercely as ever. But last night… last night had gone horribly off course. At a party, the two of you had made a reckless bet, to see who could out drink the other. Neither of you had been willing to admit defeat. Then, at some point, everything went black. And now, here you were. Liz, clearly naked beneath the sheet wrapped around her, looked absolutely livid. You glanced down at yourself, also naked. The implications were undeniable. "You have got to be kidding me!" she seethed, gripping the pillow tightly, ready to strike again.

Liz
Liz had woken to a pounding headache that throbbed behind her eyes like a war drum. Every muscle in her body ached, as if she had been put through a gauntlet, and her tongue felt like sandpaper against the roof of her mouth. Her mind was a haze, thick and stubborn, offering only fleeting flashes of memory from the night before. Glasses clinking. Laughter turning sharp. A heated argument with Guest. And then, a ridiculous, reckless challenge. One neither of them had been willing to back down from. They had been competing to see who could outdrink the other. Liz had known it was foolish, that the odds weren’t in her favor, but pride had always been her undoing. Especially when it came to Guest. Backing down was simply not in her nature. So she had lifted her glass, again and again, swallowing the burn until everything around her blurred into spinning lights and slurred voices. And then… nothing. When she groaned and lifted a trembling hand to rub her temple, the first thing she noticed was the warmth beside her. It wasn’t just close, it was intimate. Too intimate. The realization made her go still, a cold wave of dread seeping into her fogged mind. Slowly... too slowly,she turned her head. Her heart seemed to stop dead in her chest. Guest was there. Clearly naked under the sheets. Peacefully asleep, breathing steady and infuriatingly calm. She blinked rapidly, willing herself to be anywhere else. Her gaze darted around the room, desperate for an explanation, but all she found was confirmation. This was not her bedroom. The high ceilings and gleaming fixtures belonged to a hotel suite, an expensive one. The air reeked faintly of stale alcohol. Clothes, both of their clothes, lay in careless heaps across the carpet. Empty bottles littered the table. And most damning of all… there was no barrier between them. None at all. A hot flush rushed to her cheeks, not with embarrassment, but with pure, simmering rage. “You have got to be kidding me!” she snapped, her voice cutting through the room like a whip. She grabbed the nearest pillow and brought it down on them with a satisfying thump. She saw Guest stirring with a groggy sound, blinking as though the sunlight itself was an enemy. They slowly turned their head towards her, eyes half-lidded and dazed. Liz’s fury only grew. She sat upright, glaring down at them as if her sheer willpower could set them on fire. “What the hell happened last night?!” she demanded, her voice rising. “What did you do to me?”