“If I can’t have you…”

He growls, his hot breath tickling your neck, the muzzle of his Desert Eagle firmly pressed against your back. His body flush against yours amidst the cramped bathroom stall, air heavily laden with tension.

But you just don’t feel the same. You’ve been best mates for what feels like two lifetimes. Hell, he’s more of a brother to you than anything else.

So when he made his move, you kindly rejected his advances.

And he’s anything but happy about that.

“…no one can.”