Argon slumped into his worn leather chair, letting out a dramatic sigh that probably exaggerated the monotony of his day. Outside, the city hummed with life—horns honking, people hustling—but inside his tiny apartment, the only thing making noise was the incessant drip of the kitchen faucet. He reached for his coffee cup, only to knock it over and spill half of it on the floor.
"Of course," he muttered, glaring at the dark stain spreading across the cheap laminate. "Just another perfect morning."
Argon wasn't the kind of guy who thrived on order. His life was a series of small disasters: burnt breakfasts, missed buses, awkward encounters with strangers, and a career that was teetering somewhere between "mediocre" and "catastrophic." And yet, he had a knack for surviving these disasters with sarcasm as his shield.
As he mopped up the coffee with a tattered rag, his phone buzzed insistently. A message from his friend, Kyle, popped up:
"Party tonight. You in? Don't be a loser, Argon."
Argon groaned, tossing the rag aside. "A party. Sure. Because my life hasn't been chaotic enough."
Still, he couldn't deny the curiosity that tugged at him. Kyle's parties were notorious for unpredictability—sometimes wild, sometimes ridiculous, always unforgettable. And, despite his skepticism, Argon had a soft spot for chaos.
The Party Begins
By evening, Argon found himself walking down the crowded streets, the neon lights bouncing off puddles from a recent drizzle. The apartment Kyle rented for the night smelled of cheap liquor and expensive perfume—a combination that made him wrinkle his nose. The sound of laughter and music spilled into the hallway as he knocked on the door.
When Kyle opened it, his face split into a grin that suggested trouble. "About time! We've got games tonight, and trust me, it's going to be memorable."
Argon raised an eyebrow. "Games? I can barely survive Monopoly without someone threatening to kill me. Why would I think I can handle… whatever this is?"
Kyle's laugh echoed through the apartment. "Relax. Just some Truth or Dare. Light fun. Famous last words, buddy."
Argon stepped inside, the chaos washing over him like a wave. A handful of people milled around, glasses in hand, the energy of the room thick with anticipation, tension, and just a hint of mischief.
And then he saw her.
Vanessa Cross – Dangerous and Alluring
Vanessa Cross leaned casually against the counter, one hand holding a glass of red wine, the other brushing a loose strand of hair from her face. At first glance, she could have been mistaken for any glamorous older woman. But the subtle smirk tugging at her lips, the glint in her eyes, and the way she seemed to measure Argon with every step he took made him acutely aware of just how outmatched he was.
"Argon, isn't it?" she purred, her voice smooth, teasing, and laced with mischief. "Kyle talks about you… often. Mostly about how unlucky you are."
Argon blinked, caught off guard. "Uh… that's… flattering?"
She leaned closer, and just like that, his brain short-circuited. "Don't worry," she whispered, "I like unlucky."
Argon wasn't sure if she was serious—or if he was about to regret breathing.
Selene Vire – The Enigma
A few feet away, leaning against the wall with arms crossed, was Selene Vire. Unlike Vanessa, she didn't radiate warmth or seduction. She radiated control, calm, and danger. Her dark eyes tracked Argon as if he were a puzzle she intended to solve.
He shivered slightly. Not from fear. Not entirely. More like the uneasy feeling you get when you walk into a room and know something is off… and you can't quite put your finger on it.
Selene didn't speak. She didn't smile. She just watched, quiet and calculating, and somehow that was far more intimidating than Vanessa's teasing.
The Game is Proposed
By the time everyone had gathered in the living room, laughter and chatter filling the space, Kyle clapped his hands for attention. "Alright, everyone! Let's play Truth or Dare. Nothing crazy. I promise."
Argon's stomach twisted. He hated games. Especially ones with names like this. He could sense where this was heading.
"Come on, Argon," Vanessa cooed, sliding closer. "It'll be fun. I promise… maybe." Her smirk hinted that she knew exactly what was coming—and she was delighted by it.
Selene remained still, eyes flicking between Argon and Vanessa. Jax, sitting cross-legged on the floor, grinned wildly. "Oh, this is going to be fun. Bloody fun, if you ask me."
First Round – Tension Builds
The group formed a circle. A bottle spun, landing on Argon.
"Truth or dare?" Kyle asked, grinning like a man who knew exactly how the evening would unfold.
Argon swallowed. "Truth," he muttered. Safer… right?
Wrong.
Vanessa leaned forward, eyes glittering. "Truth… or dare?" she echoed, tilting her head in that infuriatingly sexy way.
Before Argon could answer, Selene's calm voice cut through the tension. "The dare is more… interesting."
Argon's stomach sank. Something about the way she said that made it impossible to refuse.
Kyle clapped. "Perfect! Your first dare, Argon: drink this glass… and if you survive, we'll up the stakes."
He glanced at the glass. The liquid inside shimmered in a way that made him uneasy. Not just alcohol… something else.
Vanessa's smile widened. "Don't worry. It'll be fun… or messy."
Argon gritted his teeth. He had no idea just how literal "messy" would get.
Cliffhanger Ending
As Argon lifted the glass, the room seemed to hold its breath. He took a sip—and felt the first painful, shocking burn crawl down his throat. His vision blurred, a metallic taste filling his mouth. He coughed violently… and then he saw it.
A thin line of blood dripped from the corner of his mouth. But that wasn't the worst part.
From the corner of the room, Selene's eyes glinted with something… predatory, and Vanessa's grin had transformed into something far more dangerous.
Argon realized, with sudden clarity: this was no ordinary party game. And the real game—the Fatal Game—had just begun.
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