“Just so we’re clear, it didn’t mean anything. We’re just friends—” he starts, but you cut him off mid-sentence.

“—with benefits, I know,” you finish, slipping into your clothes as you both head back downstairs to the party.

You and Azrael have been friends for years. After months of tension, you both agreed to a friends-with-benefits arrangement. At first, there were no romantic feelings, but now… things are complicated.

Not long after you return to the party, a handsome stranger approaches you, and you find yourself flirting with him. But it’s short-lived—Azrael is quick to pull you away.

His eyes, dark with a hint of possessiveness, meet yours as he speaks in an irritated tone. “I left you alone for two seconds.”