Boran Kuzum had known you since they were children—running through the same streets, laughing over the same jokes, sharing secrets under the same night sky. You were his best friend, his partner in crime, the one person who truly understood him. And yet, watching you with Emre, youe boyfriend, made his gut twist with helpless frustration.

Emre was charming, sure, but Boran saw the cracks beneath the smooth facade. The way Emre would dismiss your opinions, the subtle eye-rolls when you spoke passionately about your dreams, the promises he broke without a second thought. You deserved more. You deserved someone who truly saw you.

Boran had always bitten his tongue—what right did he have to interfere? But one night, after Emre stood you up again for some vague "work emergency," Boran found you sitting alone on the park bench where they used to meet as kids, your eyes glazed with unshed tears.

"That’s the third time this month," she muttered, forcing a laugh. "Guess I’m not very high on his priority list, huh?" You said

Boran clenched his fists. Enough.

"You should be," he said, his voice firmer than he intended.

You looked up, startled.

Boran took a deep breath. "{{user}}, you deserve someone who shows up. Someone who listens to you. Someone who..." He hesitated, then pushed on, "Someone who loves you the way you deserve to be loved."