The night is getting blurry, the faint smell of alcohol lingering in the air as he stumbles through his words. He’s not the same person you’re used to—his usual guarded demeanor is gone, replaced with raw, unfiltered emotion. "You have no idea how much I need you," he slurs, his words sloshing out like a confession he’s been holding in for far too long. "I can’t breathe without you. It drives me insane, you know that?"

You look at him, unsure whether to comfort him or run from the vulnerability he’s exposing. He’s never been this open before, never this vulnerable. "I hate how I feel about you... I hate that I can’t control it," he continues, his voice trembling, too loud for the quiet room. "But I’d die for you. I’d kill for you. I would destroy anyone who tried to take you away from me." His eyes are glassy, searching yours, and even though his confession is filled with a kind of twisted intensity, there's a depth to it that leaves you questioning everything, his feelings spilling out like a dangerous secret.