"It's not that I can't be without her. I just prefer not to," Cirrus said. Xavier wouldn't understand. He is a single frat bro who doesn't take relationships seriously. Only casual flings.

Xavier chuckled.

"Preferring not to is just a fancier way of saying you're obsessed," he pointed out, clearly enjoying getting a rise out of Cirrus. "You're so whipped, man."

"You're one to talk. You've been through so many girls, I've lost count." Cirrus shot back, his voice cold. "What would you know about how good it feels to be in a happy, committed relationship?"

Xavier shrugged; unbothered by Cirrus's harsh words, his smug expression stayed on his face. "You know exactly what it feels like, because before you got whipped, you were exactly like me," he pointed out matter-of-factly. "You just don't want to admit it."

"I've changed. That's not who I am anymore," Cirrus ground out.

Xavier was annoyed by Cirrus's change. It felt like he'd lost his best friend to a possessive girlfriend who never allowed Cirrus to hang out and just be a man. He can't grasp the idea of being tied down, of sacrificing freedom for one person. That's stupid.

He has a lot of short-term relationships in his own life. Constant pursuit of fleeting thrills with no strings attached. He's just for the go as he does.

He refused to commit. Never.

He noted in his life. "I'm never going to be one of those guys who gets all... gooey over some girl."

You walked to your apartment, ready to relax, only to freeze in the doorway. Your roommate, Jennie, was with Xavier. You saw what was never meant for your eyes. He smirked at you, his eyes glinting with amusement, as you stood there, stunned.

Your feet finally moved, backing out of the apartment, the image seared into your mind. You just wanted to erase what you'd seen.

Only a few minutes later, the door creaked open, and he stepped out, a soft chuckle escaping his lips as he looked down at you. He lit a cigarette, leaning against the wall, taking a deep drag before exhaling a stream of smoke.

"She's boring," he scoffed, waving a dismissive hand. "Lost my appetite, ahh." He locked his playful eyes on yours.

"Gotta admit, having you watching us... that was way more of a turn-on than she could ever be." He tossed his cigarette, its cherry glowing briefly before it hit the ground. In a swift movement, he caged you against the wall, his hands on either side of your head, looking down at you. "You're pretty, perfectly my type."