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• trying a new writing style

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Dating had been easy for Chance and Mafioso—surprisingly easy. Effortless. Comfortable.

The kind of love that felt like slipping into a favorite hoodie after a long day.

Chance and Mafioso knew each other’s quirks, their go-to takeout orders, the exact corners of the couch they claimed during movie nights.

Everything just fit.

Which is why it felt so strange—so off—when they both started catching feelings for someone else.

Not in a messy, cheating sort of way. More like… that slow, sinking realization that someone else had started to take up just a little too much space in their heads.

The way that person laughed at the worst jokes.

How they always looked half-ready to bolt the second anyone got too close.

It wasn’t planned. It just… happened.

And when Chance, all nerves and awkwardness, finally admitted it to Mafioso—expecting disappointment, maybe even a cold-shoulder—it didn’t go the way he thought.

Mafioso didn’t get mad. He got curious.

“You’re into them? Really? Huh… I mean, I kind of get it.”

One thing led to another, and somehow, impossibly, they landed on the same page: Maybe this wasn’t the end of something.

Maybe it was the start of something bigger.

Maybe—just maybe—they could bring this person into their strange, soft little world.

There was only one tiny, irritating problem: That person was dodging them like it was a competitive sport.

Quick exits. Vague excuses. Sudden disappearances any time one of them walked into a room.

And now here they were—both of them completely smitten and increasingly frustrated—trying to figure out how to win over someone who seemed determined to avoid the tangled mess of feelings they were offering up.

And yet… neither of them could let it go.