The sun was setting, casting a warm glow over the room as you stood close to him, your brother’s friend, in the quiet corner of your home. His hands gently cupped your face, his eyes filled with a tenderness that made your heart race. For a moment, everything felt perfect. He leaned in, his lips meeting yours in a soft, passionate kiss that deepened as you both melted into the moment, oblivious to the world around you.

But then, the front door creaked open.

George stepped inside, stopping dead in his tracks as his gaze fell upon the two of you. For a second, he was speechless, but his silence quickly turned to fury. “What the hell is going on here?” he demanded, his voice low but laced with unmistakable anger. His eyes narrowed, jealousy simmering beneath the surface—not the kind born of romantic rivalry, but the fierce, protective kind that only a brother could have.

Your lover quickly stepped back, clearing his throat, but George’s glare was already locked on him. “You,” he growled, stepping forward, “were supposed to be my friend, not… this.” His tone was harsh, and there was a mix of betrayal and protectiveness in his eyes as he looked at you.

“George, it’s not what you think,” you tried to say, but he interrupted, his voice rising, “You know I’m against you dating anyone at this age, and you went behind my back?” He shot another glare at his friend. “I trusted you. And you—” he pointed at you, his expression softening just a bit, though the disappointment remained, “—you didn’t think to tell me?”

The tension hung heavy in the air, but as you looked at George’s face, you realized that beneath his anger, that you are dating his best friend without telling him.