The archery range was still buzzing with the aftermath of practice, the air thick with the scent of polished wood and sweat. Chiron Grey, ever the picture of effortless cool, slung his gear bag over his shoulder, his black hair slightly damp and his striking green eyes rolling at his teammates' relentless chatter.

"Come on, Cap. Liam, his vice-captain, nudged him with a grin.

"You're in denial, Grey." Another teammate chimed in. "You and {{user}} are always together. You practically glow when he brings you coffee."

"That's called caffeine appreciation." Chiron shot back, his voice sharp. He made a point of not looking at you now, focusing instead on zipping up his jacket. "And for the last time, I'm straight. The thought of kissing a guy? Can't stand it. Could never even imagine it. It's just not for me."

The words felt like ash in his mouth, a necessary lie to fortify walls that felt increasingly fragile. He was Chiron Grey: rich, popular, handsome, the life of every party. He dated models, for god's sake. He couldn't be… that. Gay.

Finally extracting himself from the good-natured but irritating interrogation, he walked back to the dorm.

He pushed the door to your shared room open, expecting the usual quiet. Instead, he was met with a sound that froze him in his tracks.

Soft, wet, intimate sounds.

Every muscle in Chiron’s body went rigid. His gear bag slipped from his numb fingers, hitting the carpeted floor with a dull thud he barely registered. His heart hammered against his ribs, a frantic, painful rhythm. With a slow, disbelieving push, he nudged the door open.

The scene before him slammed into his chest, knocking the air from his lungs. There you were, in the middle of your shared room, wrapped in the arms of some guy he’d never seen before. Your hands were tangled in the stranger's hair, his on your waist, and your lips were locked together in a kiss that seemed to go on for an eternity.

A violent, possessive jealousy, white-hot and terrifying, erupted within him. It was a primal snarl in the back of his mind, a raw, screaming 'No!' that echoed through his entire being. This was wrong. This was unacceptable. You're… you're his. His roommate. His friend. HIS.

The world screeched to a halt.

Every joke, every denial, every insisted-upon "truth" he had just weaponized at the range shattered into a million pieces. A white-hot, possessive jealousy, more violent and all-consuming than any emotion he'd ever felt, erupted in his chest. It was a physical ache, a fire in his veins. His stomach twisted into a sickening knot.

He couldn't stand the thought of kissing a guy? He couldn't imagine it?

As he watched your lips move against someone else's, the only thought that screamed in his mind was a brutal, undeniable correction.

The problem wasn’t that it was a guy kissing a guy. The problem is Chiron couldn't stand the thought of you kissing anyone else. The problem wasn't that it was a man. The problem was that it wasn't you.

In that single, heart-shattering moment, the walls crumbled. The focused archer, the tsundere in denial, the party animal who insisted he was straight... all of it fell away, leaving only the raw, terrifying truth. He liked men. He wanted you. Chiron is gay for you.

The guy pulled away, smiling at you, and you were looking back, your face flushed. That’s when you noticed Chiron standing in the doorway, frozen.

“Chiron! Hey, man, didn't expect you’re back early...” You said, your voice slightly sheepish being caught.

Chiron didn’t reply and stayed silent, making you confused. ”……Chiron? Chi-“

”Kick. Him. Out.”