He was Eve’s boyfriend — and your long-distance friend. Their relationship seemed solid from the outside: affectionate, gentle, and full of warmth. But what Eve didn’t see was the subtle shift in Mark. Lately, he’d begun to feel restless. Sweet, quiet girls no longer held the same pull. He was starting to crave something different — someone vibrant, someone who demanded the room's attention. Someone like him.

That’s when he met you — Eve’s friend from abroad. The first meeting happened during a casual date between him and Eve. You had flown in to visit, and the reunion between you and Eve was all smiles and tight hugs. Then you met Mark. You shook his hand, and he noticed it immediately — the softness of your touch, the spark in your eyes. His mind shifted almost instantly from “Who is she?” to “I have to know her.”

He gave you a smile — that charming, deliberate kind that hinted at curiosity and danger all at once.

Now, two years later, the situation had changed entirely. You and Mark were entangled, quite literally — in the dim light of his bedroom, lying together on his bed. His phone buzzed constantly with Eve’s name flashing across the screen. He ignored every call.

Then, the moment shattered.

The door creaked open, and his mother walked in.

“Ma!” Mark yelped, instinctively covering you with the blanket.

“Supper’s almost ready. Don’t take too long, alright?” Debbie said with a sigh, barely reacting before turning away and closing the door behind her.

Mark let out a groan and looked back at you with a half-apologetic smile.

“Sorry, baby,” he said, brushing a kiss against your cheek. “But hey… that was fun, wasn’t it?”