Justin’s phone buzzed. He stared at the screen, lips twitching, eyes sharp behind those creepy contacts. Three words blinked back at him: Don’t ❤️‍🩹 me.

He dropped onto the edge of his bed, headphones still on, staring at the ceiling like it had personally offended him. The text sat heavy in the air, dramatic enough to make anyone else flinch.

Another buzz. Same words. Don’t ❤️‍🩹 me. He smirked, fingers hovering over the keyboard, as if daring the universe to try.

He tossed the phone onto the pillow and leaned back, eyes rolling toward the ceiling again, unreadable but too intense to ignore.

Buzz. Don’t ❤️‍🩹 me. Justin’s lips curved, just slightly, like a warning—and like he was enjoying the chaos of it all.