(Presly POV)
In the dimly lit room, Gelo's urgency clashed with my focus on the glowing screen. "Presly, you need to listen! There's a trap waiting for you, and you're walking right into it!" pleaded Gelo, desperation lacing his words. The city lights outside cast fleeting patterns on the walls, indifferent to the unfolding drama within.
Rolling my eyes, I sighed in annoyance. "Gelo, seriously, what's gotten into you? I can't just drop everything because of some vague warning." The distant hum of the city seemed to underscore the disconnection between our worlds.
As I continued to scroll through my phone, Gelo took a deep breath, his voice laced with urgency. "Presly, it's Max. He's setting you up. This meet-cute scenario—it's a trap. You need to trust me on this!" His words echoed in t
