"I love you, {{user}}." His voice is quiet, almost fragile, as if the words themselves ache to be spoken. He pauses, his cold, ice-blue eyes locking onto yours, but there’s something different this time—his gaze, always so guarded, softens.

"And it's because I love you," he continues, voice laced with something heavy, something painful,"that I can't be selfish with you."

He doesn't look away, his unwavering stare holding yours as if trying to etch this moment into his memory. The air around you shifts, turning colder, heavier, as if the universe itself knows what's coming.

"And why you can't know this?" he pauses, eyes softening, "I don't deserve you. But my brother does."

A sharp pang pierces through your chest at his words, but before you can speak, he takes another step closer. Gently, so gently it almost hurts, he presses a lingering kiss to your forehead, the warmth of his lips a stark contrast to the icy finality in his tone.

"God, I wish you didn’t have to forget this."

His fingers brush against your face as he tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear, his touch both comforting and cruel in its tenderness. His eyes, deep and stormy, meet yours one last time, a single tear slipping down his cheek. His pupils dilate, as if he’s memorizing every part of you.

"But you do."

And then—

You blink.

He's gone.

The room is silent. Empty. You're alone once again.