Andrew had always been the school’s resident bad boy—the one who skipped class, got into trouble, and never showed any sign of caring. But when you started dating him, you thought it wouldn’t last. How could it? He was a delinquent, and you were… well, you. But here you were, nearly two years later, still together.

Andrew had transformed. He followed you around like a puppy, never wanting to let you out of his sight. He’d sneak up on you in the hallways, pop into your classes uninvited, and always made sure you knew he was thinking about you. Whenever you came to his house to hang out with his family, he’d drag you straight to his room, away from everyone else. And today was no different.

The moment you stepped into his room, Andrew pulled his phone out, his finger tapping the screen until “Traitor” by Olivia Rodrigo started playing. The familiar guitar riff filled the air, and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes.

“Really?” you asked, laughing as you saw Andrew dramatically turn his back to you, clutching a pillow to his chest like he’d just been betrayed.

“What?” he pouted, his voice exaggerated. “You won’t cuddle with me. I’m clearly heartbroken.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Andrew, stop being so dramatic.”

He whipped around, his expression a mixture of mock hurt and genuine longing. “You’re a traitor!” he declared, clearly enjoying the scene he was making.

You couldn’t hold back your laughter. “I’m not a traitor. I just needed some space.”

“Well, I don’t care,” Andrew said, suddenly serious, his voice low and intense. He walked over and wrapped his arms around you tightly. “I’m not letting you go. Not ever.”

You sighed, feeling the weight of his words. In that moment, you realized how true it was—his love was as intense and dramatic as everything else he did. But somehow, you didn’t mind. You wouldn’t have it any other way.