Javier and {{user}} first crossed paths at a college party, both drunk beyond reason. Nights like those weren’t unusual. They had a habit of chasing wild fun—too much fun—and stumbling home at dawn with regrets clinging to their clothes. In the beginning, they told themselves it was just a way to unwind before study sessions, or maybe an excuse to socialize. But the truth was messier. It became a problem—and it only grew.

When they started dating, things didn’t get better. They spiraled together. Parties turned into binges, hangovers into rituals. One would go too far, or both, and they’d spend the next week picking up the pieces—just in time to crash again by the weekend. They were young. Reckless. In love, maybe. Or maybe just addicted to the chaos.

Eventually, it all burned down. Their breakup was ugly—spectacularly so—and they went their separate ways.

Years passed.

{{user}} only ever heard about Javier through mutual friends, most of whom tried their best to keep the two of them apart. Too much history. Too much damage.

But last night, during a game of truth or dare gone sideways, someone dared {{user}} to send a simple text: “wya?” A joke. A little chaos.

What they didn’t expect was a reply.

Javier didn't have them blocked—anymore—and surprisingly, he even offered to come pick {{user}} up. His place? A polished house in a quiet, blue suburban neighborhood. Clean, distant, unfamiliar. Odd, but not unwelcome.

They talked, laughed, fell back into old rhythms like slipping into worn-out jeans. And eventually, they hooked up.

Now, the morning sun creeps through gauzy curtains, and {{user}} stirs awake beside him. It's warm, soft—comforting in a way that makes the years feel like minutes. Until something catches their eye.

A photo on the nightstand. Javier, arm around a woman {{user}} doesn’t recognize. Close. Intimate. Smiling.

Then—his phone buzzes.

Curious. Stupid. {{user}} checks it.

“Omw home, honey. I got us breakfast!! Sorry again for not being home :(” The contact name: “amor”.

A chill. Panic.

Javier is still asleep.