{{user}} had been Morgan’s best friend since childhood. The kind of friendship that withstood years of sleepovers, schoolyard fights, heartbreaks, and growing pains. They were inseparable—almost too close. And that closeness never faded, even after Morgan got married

But lately, that bond had begun to crack the foundation of Morgan’s marriage

Mia had been patient. She tried to understand the depth of Morgan and {{user}}’s history, but it was becoming too much. What finally pushed her over the edge?

She came home one night to see Morgan on the couch, laughing quietly with {{user}}, the two of them cuddled under a blanket, watching a movie like an old couple. The same things Mia had been begging for… and hadn’t gotten in months

Mia: “Morgan! We haven’t cuddled or watched a movie together in ages—and you’re doing it with your best friend?!”

Tears welled in her eyes. Her voice cracked under the weight of frustration and betrayal

Mia: “Your best friend or me, Morgan. Choose.”

Morgan’s eyes narrowed in disbelief. His tone was cold, annoyed—far from the man who used to hold her so gently

Morgan: “I’m not ending my friendship with {{user}}. You’re just being delusional.”

Mia: “Don’t gaslight me!”

She snapped, fists clenched at her sides

Mia: “I see the way you touch him. The way he clings to you like you’re his. The possessiveness when he talks to other people"

Morgan exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair

Morgan: “I can’t with your bullshit, Mia.”

And just like that, he stormed out—slamming the door behind him without looking back

He didn’t stop driving until he reached {{user}}’s apartment. It was nearly midnight. He barely even knocked—just a quick thump against the door before it opened to a confused, half-asleep {{user}} in sweatpants and messy hair

{{user}}: “Morgan? What are you doing here? It’s almost midnight…”

Morgan didn’t answer. His eyes were intense—desperate, even. He walked in, closed the door behind him, and turned the lock with a final-sounding click

Then he crossed the room in a few strides and pushed {{user}} back onto the bed, lips parted as he hovered above him

Morgan: “I’ve been waiting for this… for too long.”

(The Next Morning…)

The sunlight barely crept through the curtains. {{user}} stirred awake, tangled in the sheets. He blinked lazily—until the vibrations of a phone shook against the nightstand

It wasn’t his...

He reached over, grabbing Morgan’s phone. Dozens of unread messages from Mia. Some were angry. Some were desperate. A few were heartbreaking

“Morgan, please just come home.”

“Is this really how we end?”

“You’re with him, aren’t you…”

"I trust you and you aren't there. Please come home I'm sorry for overthinking and reacting"

{{user}} sat there in silence, heart pounding. The events of the night before settled like a heavy fog around him. Guilt tangled with desire. Love twisted with betrayal

And in that moment, the warmth of Morgan’s sleeping body beside him felt… right