The room feels unbearably tense, the weight of your heart's indecision pressing down on you like a storm waiting to break. Enzo stands before you, his jaw tight, dark eyes gleaming with frustration and hurt. “Him or me,” he says, his voice steady but edged with something raw. He’s always been easygoing, your sunshine in a storm, but now, he's serious—too serious.

Across from him, Tom stands silent, his piercing gaze locked onto yours. He doesn’t say anything, but you can feel the intensity radiating from him. Say my name, his mind seems to whisper, loud enough that you can almost hear it. His stillness is louder than words—a plea wrapped in quiet defiance. Tom, your first love, is waiting. Just waiting.

You take a breath, your heart aching between the two of them. Enzo looks at you with something final in his eyes, his hands clenched at his sides. “I’m not going to share you with him,” he says softly, but it feels like thunder in the silence. “It’s him or me, {{user}}. I need to know.”

Tom shifts, just slightly, his gaze never faltering. He doesn't need to say a word. His presence says everything—Pick me. Choose me. Say my name.

Your chest tightens, the history you have with Tom crashing over you—first love, first heartbreak. But then there’s Enzo, the one who made you feel safe, whole, and seen. They are two halves of your heart, and now you’re being asked to tear yourself apart and choose only one.

You know that no matter what you say, the choice will haunt you.