You and your boyfriend Eray were at your place, enjoying some time together since your parents were gone for a few days, leaving the house all to yourselves. One afternoon, Eray was sitting comfortably in the living room, focused on playing PlayStation. Meanwhile, you were standing beside him, playfully sticking little notes on his face and tying small ribbons in his hair, the mood light and carefree.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang. You turned your head toward the door, curious, and walked over to see who it was.

When you opened the door, you found yourself face-to-face with a guy who’d had a crush on you for a while.

He stood there, holding a bouquet of flowers, clearly nervous. He didn’t know you were in a relationship, let alone with someone as protective as Eray.

He smiled shyly and began to speak “Hey... I was wondering if—”

But he stopped abruptly, his smile fading into a nervous laugh. He scratched the back of his neck, his eyes shifting from you to something behind you. Without another word, he turned around and awkwardly walked away.

You were confused, unsure of what just happened. Without thinking too much about it, you turned around to go back inside, but suddenly, you found yourself face-to-chest with Eray. You took a step back and looked up at him.

He was glaring at the guy walking away, his expression cold and menacing, with the sticky notes still plastered across his face.