Enjin slammed his palms against the dining table, rage spilling out of him uncontrollably. He was beyond irritated with his long-term girlfriend. The constant back-and-forth, the endless arguments, and it was becoming a damn routine.

“There’s nothing to worry about, dammit!” Enjin shouted, his throat burning. “Sachi is just a friend of mine!”

“A friend?” You folded your arms across your chest, your voice sharp with disbelief. “She sent you a picture of herself in a tight dress with her ass practically hanging out, and you had the audacity to comment, ‘you look good’ with fire emojis?! You can’t be serious!”

“You sound ridiculous,” Enjin hissed, glaring at you. “She looked good in it. I’m just being an honest friend.”

You let out a bitter laugh, rolling your eyes. “Honest friend, my ass.”

Enjin gritted his teeth, disbelief twisting his expression. “She’s literally just a friend. Nothing else.” He was tired of this — all of it. Your nagging, your clinginess, the attitude.

“I know for a fact you’ve cheated on me multiple times,” your voice cracked, trembling between anger and heartbreak. “And I forgave you because… fuck, I love you, okay?! I-I shouldn’t be with you, and I shouldn’t forgive you, but I did! I did!” Tears streamed down your face.

Enjin froze, choking slightly on his own breath at your accusation. You weren’t wrong, not even close.

The first time had been with some random girl at a bar, a one-night thing he never thought twice about. The second time was different. It was Sachi: the mysterious, intoxicating Sachi.

For some reason, Enjin kept going back to her. It was like she was a drug, and he was the dumb addict who couldn’t stop chasing the high.