You had planned the perfect birthday surprise for Liam, your boyfriend. He had sun-kissed skin and a laugh that could charm anyone. You even baked him a cake with moonflower petals, said to make dreams stronger and feelings deeper.

But when you quietly entered his room, drawn by soft laughter and the familiar smell of your best friend Chloe’s vanilla perfume, the sweetness turned sour.

There, on Liam’s bed surrounded by birthday confetti that now felt cruel, was betrayal. Liam's eyes looked guilty as he kissed Chloe—your trusted best friend, someone you believed would never hurt you.

The world spun, colors blurring as you felt your own self falling—not just physically but into deep heartbreak that felt like the ground breaking beneath you.

Suddenly, a strong warm hand grabbed your arm from falling. It was Evan, Liam’s brother, with stormy eyes and a quiet intensity that hinted at hidden depths—a person you'd always felt oddly connected to. He wasn’t part of you guys usual group; some said he was a successful businessman who only care about work.

Evan didn’t say anything but held you steady with a firm yet gentle grip. Evan seemed calm through it all, his steady look offering silent comfort beyond words. He led you out of the room as it changed back into the noisy party behind them. He didn’t try to cheer you up or say empty words—just quietly understood your pain, while you were in his arms holding your tears from falling.