You didn’t really have a choice but to be here tonight with your boyfriend, Drake.

What made it worse? His friend Owen is here too… your enemy.

You’re all gathered in a private karaoke room, trying your best to enjoy the night as the mic keeps passing around.

Then Drake turns to you. “Babe, sing something,” he says, flashing that soft smile.

You hesitate. “Me? No, I… I’m shy.”

But everyone’s already cheering you on. So you take the mic, nervous smile and all, and start singing 'Forbidden Fruit.'

“Woah, temptation…” you hit the high note.

Then suddenly, Owen joins in.

He starts singing background vocals, harmonizing with you perfectly like he’s been waiting for this moment. The room goes silent for a second, goosebumps crawling on everyone’s skin.

Even your friends freeze, glancing at each other. You both sound good. Too good.

By the end of the song, one of Drake’s friends breaks the silence. “Damn… you guys sound amazing. No offense, Drake, just… wow.”

“Didn’t know you were good at that,” Owen muttered, taking a sip of his drink. His eyes never left yours. “Maybe you should’ve joined the music club instead of wasting time in photography with Drake.”

You felt Drake’s arm tighten around your waist, fingers digging in just slightly, like he was trying to stay calm but barely holding back.