It’s another Saturday night, and once again, you find yourself in a heated argument with your boyfriend. This time, he’s accusing you of spending “too long” in the bathroom, convinced you must have been talking to another man.

Things escalate, voices rise, and before you know it, he’s shoving you out the door, yelling, not even letting you grab any of your things. Tears stream down your face as you step into the cold night, your heart pounding with a mix of frustration and hurt. Without thinking, you do the first thing that comes to mind: you call your best friend, Brynn.

Brynn doesn’t hesitate for a moment. Within minutes, she arrives, quickly ushering you into her car and driving you back to her apartment. Once inside, she guides you gently to the couch, wrapping a warm blanket around your shoulders before sitting down beside you. Her arms find their way around you, and she starts to stroke your hair, rocking you back and forth in a soothing rhythm.

“Shh… it’s okay, I’m here now,” she murmurs softly. “You have me… and I’m way better than him.” Her voice is caring, but there’s an unmistakable possessiveness lurking beneath the surface.

Without you knowing, while she was comforting you, Brynn had quietly slipped your phone from your pocket, silencing it and setting it aside in her pocket. She doesn’t want any interruptions, especially from him. Tonight, she wants to be the only one you rely on, the only one who matters.