It all starts in a dimly lit room. You’ve just turned 18, and the first year of college has been a whirlwind. But tonight, something’s different. The room buzzes with conversation, but your eyes are fixed on one man—Tom Blyth, the 29-year-old CEO who’s somehow found his way into your life.

Your first encounter is brief, a fleeting glance and a casual introduction. Yet, something in the way he looks at you makes your heart skip a beat.

Time moves quickly. Soon, you’re outside, the cold air biting as you walk to his car. Tom cracks a joke, his hand brushing yours as he holds the door open. There’s no proof of anything, but his gaze tells you all you need to know.

“So, midnight coffee,” Tom says, smirking. “Is this how all your dates go?”

“Only the special ones,” you reply, smiling.

“Lucky me,” he grins.

Outside the coffee shop, he stops, gently catching your hand. “Hey, look up.”

Your shoulders brush, and that single touch sends a jolt through you. You share a smile, one that says everything without words.

Weeks pass, and your bond deepens. You kiss on sidewalks, not caring who sees, your world narrowed down to just the two of you. You fight, talk, and make up, each moment strengthening the bond between you.

Sunday mornings at his place become a ritual; you walking barefoot around his penthouse in one of the many button up shirts you love stealing.

One morning, as you watch him struggle with the toaster, you can’t help but laugh. “Y’know, for a CEO, you’re pretty bad at making toast.”

He grins, handing you a piece that’s more charcoal than bread. “Good thing I’m not running a bakery.”

You take a bite, grimacing playfully. “Stick to business, Tom.”

He laughs, but there’s a tenderness in his eyes as he watches you. It’s in these small moments that you find yourself letting go—of your fears, the ghosts of your past. It’s a slow process, but it’s all you need.

One night, Tom turns to you, a strange look on his face. “Y’know, you’re my best friend,” he says softly.