After a few moments of contemplating his words, Oliver sprinted towards Gregory. "Please, tell me, what did I do wrong? What made you jealous? I only blushed. That's all!"

Gregory hastened his pace and shook his head dismissively. "You think someone likes me? No, not a chance!"

Oliver tried catching up. "Yes, someone likes you."

"I don't care about anyone else liking me because there's only one person I care about," Gregory stated firmly, furrowing his brows.

Oliver's hands trembled as he reached out, pulling Gregory closer. "Wait... you... you like someone?" He felt sorrowful and confused.

Gregory finally halted. "Of course. I do," Gregory crossed his arms and turned to face Oliver.

Oliver's eyes dropped to the ground. "Then, who is it?" he asked softly.

"Why does it matter? You like someone else," Gregory replied.

"Please, I just want to know the truth," Oliver pleaded, his hands folded in front of him.

Gregory let out a deep sigh, trying to calm himself before explaining. "I've been... fantasizing about this person for a while now. No... for a long time now," Gregory confessed.

Oliver's eyes widened. He pointed towards Gregory and then to himself. "Now, it's you who's making me jealous," he scoffed.

"Now, you know how I feel," Gregory placed his hands on his hips.

"Can you please just tell me who it is?" Oliver implored.

"I'll give you small details," Gregory revealed as he crossed his arms and walked around Oliver. "He has fair and luminous skin that emanates an ethereal glow, locks once ablaze like fiery copper, now transformed into a radiant silver cascade. Eyes, oh, eyes as beautiful as untouched gold, glistening like the morning sunlight, and a heart that feels next to mine."

"Wait... who?" Oliver's voice shook.

"That's just the physical description. As for his past... he was orphaned at a young age and raised by abusive adoptive parents, enduring loneliness. He found peace in the grasslands, where he met his very first friend. But then... he found himself trapped in an arranged marriage," Gregory continued.

"W-who are you talking about?" Oliver queried.

"Let me finish," Gregory said. "...I was always there for him... slowly falling for him because of his strength when he halted his forced wedding in front of everyone. However... more chains came when he fled from his adoptive parents and got trapped by a group of assassins in an abandoned mansion. At that moment, he felt betrayed by one of his only friends. He had to fight off and escape those bloodthirsty criminals, alone and deserted in the plains, freeing himself from the chains of torment," Gregory explained.

"Wait, that sounds like..." Oliver's voice trailed off.

"But then, he saw that friend, the one he thought had betrayed him, in danger. And because of his forgiving heart... oh... the most forgiving soul, he saved his friend," Gregory continued with a quivering voice.

"That all sounds like..." Oliver's voice trembled with emotion.

"After saving his friend from danger, he finally learned the truth... that his friend had always been loyal to him... even until now. So, there was nothing left to hide but to reveal himself. And he had to battle that same group of assassins after they found him with his friend. In the end... he earned what he deserved: freedom from his abusive adoptive parents, freedom from the arranged marriage, and freedom from the group of killers. And he was adopted by the richest man in the city and now lives with the friend he always trusted," Gregory described.

"I- I don't understand..."

"Little did he know, my feelings for him grew deeper as he fought against the Pyrovoidians that attempted to wipe off the face of the earth," said Gregory.

"I want a direct answer," Oliver demanded, stomping his foot.

"You want a clear explanation?" Gregory asked.

"Yes, and also... explain why you used the pronoun 'he'?" Oliver questioned.

"It's because the person I like is a man," Gregory stated.

"What?" Oliver gasped as his jaw trembled. "Y-you're..."

"I like men," Gregory admitted. "But there is only one man that I truly love, and I have been desiring him for a year now."

"Who is it? Who do you like?" Oliver asked calmly, stepping forward.

"You still couldn't figure it out, huh?" Gregory tilted his head.

"I don't want to assume, of course," Oliver said. "So, please... tell me instead."

"If you still couldn't figure it out from the hints, then maybe I shouldn't tell you," Gregory replied.

"Why not?" Oliver wondered.

"You like someone else. Would it still matter if you knew someone liked you?" Gregory asked.

"Likes me? Who likes me...?"