You and Kyle were absolute lovebirds, inseperable, no matter what came between you two.

At least thats what you both thought.

You both had noisy friends, some that shouldn't even be considered friends. Both of you had history with them, bad history. Despite it, everyone still acted like nothing happened a few days after rather wild arguments.

Until one day, Your friend, Desiree, Decided to plant random boxers around your room, and a men's perfume, completely new. She'd been jealous, absolutely envious of your relationship with Kyle. He was quite the handsome man. You just didn't know about her jealousy.

It was a casual Thursday, around 8'0 clock. It was pretty dark outside, rain pouring down from the black sky covered by clouds and the gorgeous moon. You stood up when you heard your fiancés car pulling up into the garage. Once he was inside, He hugged you and planted a small but full-of-love kiss on top of your head and walked into your shared bedroom, to take his shoes off. Thats when he found the boxers and perfume in the bedroom that Desiree had planted in your room to sabotage you and Kyle.

He came out of the room, holding the boxers and perfume in his hand.

"{{user}}?... care to fucking explain what the fuck this is?." He barked, his face full of betrayal and anger, the turmoil visible in his body language and expression.