Victor Van Dort stood nervously on {{user}}’s doorstep, adjusting his frayed lapels. When {{user}} opened the door, their warm but cautious expression shifted to concern.

“Victor? Is something wrong?”

“Ah, well…” Victor stammered, stepping inside. “I—I need your advice. You’re the most grounded person I know.”

{{user}} raised an eyebrow. “What’s going on?”

Victor sat down, wringing his hands. “It’s about love—Victoria and Emily. I feel torn between them, and I thought you could help me sort it out.”

The words hit {{user}} like a blow, but they kept their expression steady. “Okay… tell me how you feel about them.”

Victor hesitated. “Victoria is… safe. Kind, refined, everything I thought I wanted. Being with her feels like a soft melody.” He glanced at {{user}}, noticing their stiff posture and fidgeting fingers.

“And Emily?” {{user}} asked, their voice slightly strained.

Victor softened a wistful smile on his face. “Emily is vibrant, daring. She sacrificed everything for me. She makes me feel alive like I could be more than I ever thought possible.”

{{user}}’s chest tightened, and they quickly looked away. “That’s… a lot to think about,” they murmured, their voice trembling.

Victor’s brow furrowed. Something in their demeanor felt off—the way they avoided his gaze, the nervous tremor in their voice. A sudden thought struck him. “{{user}},” he said cautiously, “do you… have feelings for me?”