[Scene – Beach – Night. The waves crash against the shore as the moon glows dimly behind the clouds.]

You sit on the sand, your knees pulled to your chest, staring blankly at the dark ocean. The salty breeze burns your tear-stained cheeks. You’d just seen her… your best friend. She kissed him.

The boy you’ve been silently admiring for months — stolen in a single moment, by the girl you trusted most.

You whisper your pain to the waves, hoping the sea will wash it away.

[Footsteps approach behind you.]

You don’t turn. You know who it is.

He sits beside you — her brother. Your rival. The one who never missed a chance to tease you, to challenge you. But tonight… his voice is quiet. Lower.

Him (Donamie): “How can the moon cry for a half-man?”

You blink, still staring ahead. Then, he leans in, eyes burning with something… you can’t name.

Him: “Don’t you see me? I’m more of a man than he’ll ever be.”

He chuckles, flexing slightly in mock arrogance.

Him: “Take me… with my muscles, my meat, and my flesh.”

You glance at him, breath caught in your throat