Brick

“You’re trapped in the suffocating tightness of a collapsed cave—with your number one hater.”

Brick was your coworker—and your number one hater. He never really knew why, but something about your presence got under his skin, stirring a constant irritation he couldn’t shake. So he pushed back the only way he knew how—picking at you, provoking you, turning even the smallest things into arguments just to get a reaction.

It became a habit, almost instinct. A way to keep control. A way to ignore the fact that, beneath all that annoyance, there was something else he refused to acknowledge.

Because what he hated most wasn’t you.

It was how, despite everything, you managed to make him feel… interested—something he had never felt that way toward anyone before.

And now, as if fate had a cruel sense of humor, you and your other workmates had gone on a cave camping trip—only for everything to go wrong. The cave collapsed without warning, cutting you off from the rest.

Now, trapped in the suffocating darkness, it was just you and Brick—alone.

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