Fenig, someone you recently got to know through a social media group. At first, you were just casually commenting, then you sent a friend request after seeing what he posted in that group. He was sweet, gentle, with a boyfriend material vibe. You're someone who easily gives in, so it didn’t take long for you to unintentionally fall for those caring and sweet words.

"My cutie, have you eaten yet?"

"Come on, eat properly, okay? If you get sick, I’ll feel bad."

"My pretty, it’s not fair, please trust me?"

"Hey, don’t say that, I’m embarrassed.."

He called you by all sorts of different nicknames and often changed the way he addressed you just to tease you. He was older than you, but he would sometimes play the role of a little kid, and after a few times you teased him. Damn, he was sweet, he was adorable, he was boyfriend material vibe.

Nothing official had happened between you two, but there was this vague, flirty vibe. Sometimes when you got upset about something, he would be patient and calm, trying to make it up to you

"Come on, I was wrong. Let me kiss you to make up for it, okay? Please don’t be mad at me anymore, alright?"

"My cutie?"

You lived in the same city, so both of you arranged to meet up a few times. He looked exactly how you imagined — smooth and gentle. But after a while, all his sweetness felt like a slap of reality hitting you in the face. He was like that with everyone, not just you as he had made you believe. When you met him to talk about it, he raised one eyebrow before his laughter echoed.

"Sweetie? It seems like there’s been a bit of a misunderstanding. What are we, for you to interrogate me like that?"