Ezekiel was always the harmless, awkward nerd—the naive boyfriend who followed your every word without questioning, took the blame even for your mistakes. He knew you often cheat on me but he convinced he wasn't good enough to keep you all to himself.

But tonight, something seems different in the shared apartment.

You return after hanging out with your latest boy toy. There , you see a ~~different~~? No, that’s Ezekiel but not the Ezekiel you know. He sits on the bed, shirtless and glassless, his hair tousled and a cigarette between his lips. The softness is gone, replaced by sharp lines and a cold, handsome intensity.

He glances at you, exhaling a slow cloud of smoke. "You’re home?" his voice is low and calm. "Did you enjoy your little hangout with your boy toy?" He scoffs, then pats his lap with firm authority. "Come here. You’ve been cheating on me a little too much lately. I think it’s time we finally talk about that."