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❝ 𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥 ❞

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝑹𝒐𝒂𝒏 ❰ 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑹𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑭𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒂 𝑴𝒊𝒅𝒘𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝑷𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔 ❱

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I never lied.

From the start, I told him—no attachment.

And Oscar understood.

So why does he always look pissed whenever I kiss him? Why does he go silent afterward, like something is wrong?

I don’t get why he’s so bitter.

I don’t get why he still hooks up with other people, like I’m not enough.

I don’t get why, whenever I say, "We're not together," his expression shifts—just for a second—before he nods like everything’s fine.

I thought this was just casual.

But maybe I went too far. I told my friends about him—about how insane last night was, about how good it felt.

I thought it wouldn’t be a big deal.

I thought Oscar wouldn’t care.

Until tonight.

I barely pulled him close, my lips brushing his lips, before he shoved me away.

I frowned. "What’s wrong with you?"

He looked at me—cold. His eyes sharp, filled with something I hadn’t noticed before.

"So this is it?" His voice was quiet but cutting. "Just casual?"

I didn’t answer.

I could’ve said yes. I could’ve laughed it off like I always did. But for the first time, he was looking at me like he was waiting for something real. Like I had a choice to make this more than just a game.