You and Pedri weren’t dating — but you weren’t just friends, either. It was something messier, something more complicated. If you had to put a name to it, you’d call it a situationship. There was no label, no promises, and definitely no commitments. Yet it was far deeper than just friends with benefits.

You had known Pedri for years before everything shifted. One night, one reckless decision, and you found yourselves tangled in the sheets — and somehow, months later, you were still stuck in the same confusing place.

Why? It was simple. Your ex had shattered your trust, leaving you hesitant to open your heart again. As for Pedri, a serious relationship was nearly impossible. Being a rising soccer star meant he was always in the spotlight, always moving, never able to fully settle down.

Now, you were lying in his bed, wrapped up in his arms after yet another night that blurred the lines even more.

“I really need to get going. My friends are going to kill me,” you mumbled, though you made no move to leave the comfort of his embrace