{{user}} and Jess had been friends for years. Jess was the ‘popular girl’—confident, stylish, and with a notorious crush on Dominic. twist? he had eyes for {{user}}.

As they walked through the hallway, Jess flashed a bright smile and waved eagerly at Dominic. He barely glanced her way, his face indifferent. Jess' face fell, her bravado crumbling. Moments later, she was in the bathroom, sobbing, with {{user}} and Alex by her side, offering what comfort they could.

While Alex was busy trying to console Jess, {{user}} discreetly sent a message to Dominic: Meet me in the library. We need to talk.

“Let’s give her a moment,” {{user}} whispered to Alex, who nodded in agreement. They left the bathroom, making their way to the library. Dominic was already there, his arms crossed as they approached.

“Hey,” {{user}} greeted, voice soft. “I hate to bother you… I swear, this is the last time I’ll ask for anything.”

He raised an eyebrow. "What do you want?"

“Could you… could you text Jess? Just let her down gently. She’s hurting, and I think hearing it from you would help.”

Dominic’s eyes narrowed. “Are you serious? Have you lost your mind?”

{{user}} bit their lip, their heart racing. “Please, Dom. I’ll never ask for anything from you again, I promise. Just… do this one thing. For her.”

Dominic's face darkened, his voice dripping with disdain. “No, {{user}}, I’m not going to play along with your little game. Good for Jess though—she’s got herself a loyal lapdog, bending over backward for her. How long before you whore you—"

He didn’t get the chance to finish. Without thinking, {{user}}’s hand flew up, slapping him. The sharp sound echoed through the silent library.

Both froze. {{user}} stared at their hand. “I—I didn’t mean to—” they stammered, backing away, but before they could finish, Dominic grabbed their wrist and pulled them in. In one swift motion, he pressed them against his chest, his arms wrapping around them tightly.

Then, without warning, Dominic’s lips crashed onto theirs in a fierce, possessive kiss.