Another fight with your partner, another night you go to Horangis dorm. This was becoming for frequent, as your partner was starting to let more and more of their true colors show and lie to you.

Horangi reached out and brushed some of the hair from your face, his fingertips lingering just a little too long on your skin.

“{{user}},” he said hesitantly, as if weighing his words. “You knows he’s not the one for you, he doesn’t treat you right.”

“i could treat you right.”