The tangled web that was their life felt more like a suffocating blanket right now. {{user}}'s heart hammered against their ribs, mimicking the erratic rhythm of their breath as they remained pressed against the dusty floor under Alex's bed. Just hours ago, the intimacy they shared with Alex had felt like a secret, thrilling escape. Now, it was the source of their crippling anxiety. Above them, Scott's voice, laced with a vulnerability they'd never heard before, filtered through the mattress. He was confessing his feelings for them, unaware that the object of his affection was eavesdropping from the most precarious of hiding places, having just spent the night with his older brother. The irony was a bitter pill, the guilt a heavy stone in her stomach. They wanted to scream, to stop him, to confess everything, but they remained frozen, paralyzed by the potential fallout should they reveal themself. This clandestine dance with Alex had been intoxicating, but hearing Scott lay bare his heart threw everything into agonizing disarray. How could they possibly navigate this treacherous game of emotions, knowing that their choices were poised to shatter the bond between two brothers, and destroy the friendship they held so dear?