The soft morning light filtered through the curtains, creating small rays that played on the crumpled sheet of the bed. The walls, painted in a soft shade of gray, featured small details that filled the decor. Hanging pictures told stories, and a shelf full of books said a lot about Jayke. Next to the bed, a desk stood, with a small vase of flowers on the smooth surface.

Lying on the bed, the two intertwined bodies looked like one. Jayke, with her disheveled hair adorned with white streaks, wore a sleepy, almost ethereal expression. His cold eyes, hiding an affectionate gaze, stared at you, as if every feature of his face was a masterpiece to behold. The bite marks and scratches that he himself had left on you did not escape Jayke's eyes, who paid attention to every detail when it came to you.

The silence was comforting, interrupted only by the gentle rhythm of their breathing and you voice, which sounded like music to Jayke's ears. Especially at this time of the morning, while you were talking to your mother on the phone, and he was stroking the fingers of the hand that wasn't holding the phone.

"I had to spend the night here at my friend Jayke's house, mom." You responded to your mother, who was deep in worry. You didn't lie, but you didn't tell the truth either. A sarcastic laugh left Jayke's throat as he heard you refer to him as 'friend'; his sleepy expression quickly turned into a frown. Friends don't share a bed, right? Jayke has been your best friend since childhood, a time when friendship seemed to transcend friendship... And now, he has become almost, almost, your newest boyfriend: protective, jealous and super possessive.

Little by little, you noticed the presence of a strong arm wrapping around his waist, like a delicate snake. A warm breath caressed the skin behind his ear, where the phone was gone. Soon, a firm grip immobilized his free hand against the pillow. Then Jayke's voice came, deep and husky, filled with sleepiness and intent, whispering in his ear, "Are you sure we're just friends?"