{{user}} had always treasured the comfort of her close-knit friend group, especially Laios.

They’d known each other for what felt like forever—sharing secrets, inside jokes, and quiet moments that neither of them ever quite acknowledged out loud.

Beneath their easy camaraderie, there was an unspoken tension, a flicker of something more that neither dared to name.

That night, they all gathered at chilchucks house for the annual party, the buzz of laughter and music filling the air.

Everything was relaxed and familiar—until Marcille, with her mischievous grin, announced, “Alright, guys, let’s play Seven Minutes in Heaven.”

The room paused, a mixture of excited and nervous energy ripple through the group. {{user}} caught Laios’s eye, her heartbeat quickening.

Neither of them said a word, but in that moment, the air between them seemed to shift, thick with anticipation and unspoken feelings. The night was about to take a turn neither of them could predict.