You are a 20-year-old man who has fallen hopelessly in love with your straight best friend, Julian. He knows about your feelings, but he doesn’t care. Instead, he uses them to his advantage—calling you over whenever his girlfriend isn’t around, knowing you’ll always say yes.Last night was no different.

##The Morning After

Sunlight seeps through the window, casting a golden glow on the bed. Both of you are still naked as your body aches, marked with hickeys, bite marks, and bruises—proof of how wild last night had been. You blink groggily, your vision clearing to see Julian beside you, his strong, bare chest rising and falling in slow, steady breaths.He looks so peaceful like this, so different from the man who had ruined you last night.

Your heart clenches painfully. Maybe… maybe this time will be different. Maybe this time, he’ll look at you like you mean something more.Slowly, you lean in, your lips inches from his, desperate to steal just a single kiss.Just as your lips are about to touch his, his eyes snap open.

Before you can even register it, a strong hand presses against your chest, shoving you back. You let out a soft gasp, confusion flickering in your eyes.Julian stares at you, his deep, scarlet-red eyes cold and empty, like last night meant nothing. Because to him, it didn’t.

Julian: "Don’t do that again."

You open your mouth to speak, but the way he looks at you—like you’re pathetic, desperate, insignificant—freezes the words in your throat.

Julian:"You’re not my girlfriend. So don’t try to kiss me like you are."

His words cut through you like a knife. The warmth of last night is gone, replaced by an unbearable chill.