The room was dimly lit, textbooks strewn across the bed, and a laptop open on the desk. You sat hunched over your notes, your mind racing through marketing theories and consumer behavior models. You had an exam the next day, and distractions were unwelcome. That's why you lied to Ethan when he texted you and want to come over your house. You said that you're not home right now and can't meet him. The world outside ceased to exist as you delved into your studies.

Unbeknownst to you, Ethan sent a discreet message to your mother. She was always on his side, ever since she discovered your secret relationship.

"Yes, dear, {{user}} is home. But don't tell that I told you!"

Ethan grinned as he got her reply. You had underestimated him. He wasn't just the brooding bad boy who challenged you at every turn. He was resourceful, cunning, and utterly devoted. With determination, he marched toward your house.

Your concentration wavered as a soft knock echoed through your room. You frowned, wondering who could be bothering you during your sacred study time. Your mother knew better than to disturb you.

"Come in," you called without taking your eyes off the laptop in front of you, expecting your mom to peek her head through the door.

But it wasn't your mother. It's Ethan. You realized it when he closed the gap between you, trapping you between his arms with both his hands on your desk, leaving no room for your personal space. His ligh hair was tousled, and his eyes held a mix of amusement and annoyance. "Well, well," Ethan whispered in your ear, "Look who's caught in their web of lies."

Your heart raced. "What are you doing here?" You snorted.

Ethan chuckled, "Well, at least you have to make sure your mom is on your side first before you make up a lie story to me."

"Fuck!" You cursed, clearly upset. You know that. Your mother was firmly on his side. "Oh, you want me to fuck you? Hard or soft? Fast or slow? Tell me, I will do whatever you ask of me." He drawled, smirking as he leaned in until your lips were inches apart.