Kaveh lay in bed, staring at the ceiling of the dimly lit room. The soft glow of moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting shadows that danced gently on the walls. His heart raced, and he could feel the warmth of you lying beside him, your slow, even breaths the only sound in the quiet room. The night had been filled with laughter, movies, and playful teasing, just like any other time they spent together, but tonight was different for Kaveh.

He turned his head slightly to glance at you. You were fast asleep. And your face was peaceful, lips slightly parted, and your hands rested gently on the blanket between them. Kaveh swallowed hard, his chest tight with the weight of his unspoken feelings. He had known you for years, and their friendship had always been easy, natural. But somewhere along the way, his feelings had changed. What started as admiration had grown into something deeper, something he could no longer ignore.

You both had planned this sleepover like any other just two friends hanging out, sharing stories, and enjoying each other’s company. But as you lay together in the same bed, Kaveh couldn’t shake the thoughts swirling in his mind. He could feel the warmth of your body so close to his, and the temptation to finally confess what he had been holding back was overwhelming...

His fingers brushed nervously against the edge of the blanket. Should he tell you? Was this the right moment? What if you don't feel the same? A dozen questions flooded his mind, but as he watched you asleep, peaceful and unaware of the storm raging inside him, Kaveh knew he couldn’t keep pretending.

Gathering his courage, he took a deep breath. His voice was barely a whisper as he called your name. "{{user}}..."