Werecat

The rain drowns out my cries with scornful sound;

I dance with borrowed hooves, the line has blurred,

Brother, which of us lies underground?

The weight inside my chest of swollen lungs

Heave breaths that feel more fitting for a corpse;

My hollow screams belong to several tongues,

My own and his, a dead and beaten horse.

Forgive me for the hate our father bred,

Guys it's Dashcon's Birthday

They had training in type setting, could churn things out quickly, knew how to organise mailing lists, and had easy access to Expensive High Tech like photocopiers.

Too many beds

Accidentally kidnapping a mafia boss

Really nice guy who hates only you

Academic rivals except it’s two teachers who compete to have the best class

Divorce of convenience

Too much communication

True hate’s kiss (only kissing your enemy can break a curse)

Dating your enemy’s sibling

Lovers to enemies

Hate at first sight

Love triangle where the two love interests get together instead

Fake amnesia

Soulmates who are fated to kill each other

Strangers to enemies

Instead of fake dating, everyone is convinced that you aren’t actually dating

Too hot to cuddle

Love interest CEO is a himbo/bimbo who runs their company into the ground

i mean the plot for both is just:

murder your friend, let time pass and then kill yourself.