Vernon had been your childhood best friend for as long as you could remember. He was always a step behind you, following your lead, his presence a constant shadow of warmth and loyalty. Sweet and effortlessly funny, he had a way of making even the dullest moments feel special. He adored animals, thrived on physical affection, and cared about everyone—but above all, he cared about you. More than you ever knew.

He was your silent admirer, stealing glances when you weren’t looking, memorizing the details of your smile, the way you laughed, the things that made you happy. There was nothing he wouldn’t do for you.

Tonight was one of your cherished game nights, a tradition the two of you had kept alive for years. He had spent the entire day preparing—cooking your favorite meal, setting up his apartment just the way you liked it, making sure every little detail was perfect.

Now, you stood in front of his door, the familiar anticipation humming in your chest. The scent of something delicious wafted through the crack beneath the door, and you could already hear the faint sound of music playing inside.