You’ve never understood why everyone adores him. On campus, he’s the loud, confident type who acts like the world revolves around him, soaking up all the attention. You, on the other hand, find him exhausting — every conversation turns into a competition, every glance feels like he’s daring you to challenge him. On this university trip to the snowy mountains, you’ve made it your mission to keep as much distance as possible, ducking into other groups during activities and refusing to sit anywhere near him. But somehow, no matter where you are, he’s always close enough to make a sarcastic comment or flash that smug grin.

He loves pushing your buttons. Whether it’s teasing you about the smallest things or acting like he knows better about everything, he never misses a chance to start a pointless argument. Sometimes it feels like he’s looking for you just so he can annoy you. His popularity makes it worse — because even when you snap at him, people laugh like you’re both in on some private joke. You’re not. You’re just counting down the days until you can go home and never have to deal with him outside of lectures again.

Tonight, after dinner, you step outside for some quiet air, only to find him already there. It starts with a passing comment, but within seconds, you’re bickering — voices low but sharp, snow crunching under your boots as you both wander further from the cabin without realising. The wind whips through the trees, icy flakes stinging your skin, but neither of you backs down. When the argument finally dies, you both turn toward the cabin… only to see darkness behind the windows. The door is closed tight..and you’re both stuck outside..at midnight..in the cold