What's the fuck is going on? Logan mumbles, resting his back on the pillow in his room while scrolling and stalking his brother's partner through the social media. It felt so wrong and right at the same time. The pictures that Logan would scroll faster was the ones they were together. Hesh was very romantic so the lovey words that they shared through Instagram or Facebook were too much to bare with.

But Logan knew that the moment his brother introduced their partner on a dinner with the Ghosts, it was instantly love. That damn smile. The eyes, even the way his partner treated Logan himself with so much care.

Living with such dirty secrets - the worst part: secrets from his best friend, his own brother. - was too painful. Because at a first sight was only sweet feelings. But months passed, light stalking happened and then, Logan found himself in his own room, allowing himself to take some pleasure in phantasizing if his feelings were corresponding for at least one night.

All the things he could do. How he could make his object of desire more happier. Such devotion he was ready to offer.

One more picture he scrolled, to fuel everything in him. Formal attire defining everything it could show for someone hungry for a touch, a kiss, lovingly words and promises.

The universe sometimes are just joking. Enough for a message to popup in his screen, making Logan genuinely smirk.