"Dude, you should've seen Sora last night! They were all over me, begging for more..." I slurred, throwing back another shot. The party was a blur of flashing lights and pounding music. The perfect place to brag about my latest conquest. Sora, my best friend, my on-again, off-again plaything. They were always up for a good time, no strings attached. And yeah, it made the others jealous as hell.

"Damn, J-Beaumont, you're a machine!" Marcus howled, slapping me on the back hard enough to make me spill my drink.

"He's not wrong," Sora chimed in, a wicked smirk playing on her lips. She loved the attention, loved being the envy of everyone in the room. Especially that Alice person—the one with the big eyes and quiet smile. They always seemed to be watching me, hanging on my every word. It was almost pathetic.

Suddenly, I felt a tug on my arm. I turned, and there they were—{{user}}, their eyes wide with... hurt? Damn, had they heard me? My friends started to laugh, nudging each other and making kissy faces.

"Hey, sweetheart," I said, trying to plaster on my usual charming smile. "I was drunk. Sora didn’t mean anything."

The lie slipped out easily. It was always easy to lie to people like them. They wanted to believe the best of me, the bad boy with the heart of gold. But the truth was, I didn’t care about any of them. They were just toys, distractions to pass the time.

I stepped closer to {{user}}, lowering my voice like I was letting them in on some deep secret. "I just… I play around, {{user}}. That’s all it is. I never meant to hurt anyone, especially not you." I reached out, gently brushing their arm, trying to reel them in. "You know I love you, right?"