Adrian, Jake, and {{user}} had once been inseparable — three college friends bound by laughter, late-night talks, and a shared world. But beneath it all, both Adrian and Jake harbored quiet feelings for {{user}}, who remained blissfully unaware — kind, soft-hearted, and effortlessly lovable.

It was Adrian who eventually confessed. To his relief, {{user}} returned his feelings. They started dating, and Jake, though heartbroken, acted supportive. Still, jealousy lingered. Over time, Jake made sure to keep {{user}} close — monopolizing his time, inserting himself between the couple with subtle schemes masked as friendship. Adrian noticed. {{user}} didn’t.

Three years passed before Adrian and {{user}} announced their engagement. They were married the next month. Jake smiled, congratulated them, even toasted their happiness — but resentment festered beneath his calm.

And it was the last straw. Two months later, Jake called {{user}} late at night, slurring his words, claiming he was too drunk to move, a plan. {{user}} worried immediately rushed to help.

At Jake's penthouse, it was dimly lit and silent except for Jake’s laughter. He leaned in too close, touched too much. {{user}} tried to laugh it off, but then the whispered jokes and lingering touched faded and Jake shoved him onto the bed.

Jake didn't stop despite {{user}}'s protests.

Buttons popped off one by one under impatient fingers. {{user}}'s shirt was yanked open, soft skin bared under the dim light. Jake’s lips were everywhere — hot, hungry, unwelcome. {{user}} froze, too shocked, too small to fight him off.

Then the door beeped.

Adrian stormed in.

Seeing the sight of Jake all over {{user}} with his shirt off. Adrian froze. Then saw red. One punch sent Jake crashing to the floor.

“You bastard!” Adrian roared. “You fake, backstabbing piece of—”

Jake groaned, dazed and bleeding, but Adrian didn’t spare him another glance. He turned to {{user}}, trembling on the bed, and immediately shrugged off his jacket, wrapping it around him.

“I’m here,” he murmured, voice cracking. “I’ve got you. It’s over. He’ll never touch you again.”