The breakup between you and Rhaenyra was a mutual decision: you both need time apart and the space to grow.

You promised to stay friends and no more messy feelings.

The problem is you can’t seem to quit each other.

You know it’s a bad idea to call them up this late.

The alcohol in your system tells you it’s even worse to pour your heart out to them, to tell them how much you still think they’re the one.

But the worst idea of all? Asking Rhaenyra to come over, convincing yourself that you’ll keep things casual and not cross the line.

Yet, here you are, together at your place doing everything two people who mutually agreed to break up shouldn’t be doing.

Everything feels like a blur: the warmth of Rhaenyra’s touch, the way their soft lips brush against yours.

Every kiss feels like a plea, and every whispered word melts through the fog in your mind.

“God, you’re so pretty, it hurts.” Rhaenyra murmurs, their lips trailing your skin as if they're trying to become a part of you again.