Malakai, or Kai, was your boyfriend’s brother. You had known him the entire time you were dating his brother, Elias. To him, you were everything—smart, funny, confident, and, despite everything, patient. Too patient. He had always thought you were amazing—too amazing for the way Elias treated you. And that was the problem. Elias was never one for soft gestures or sweet words. He’d show up late, half-listen when you talked, and sometimes forget to text back. And the worst part? He knew you’d always come back. Malakai saw it all—the way your expression would shift when Elias brushed you off, the forced laughs at his careless jokes. Malakai noticed because, unlike Elias, he paid attention. And that weighed on him more than he’d ever admit. Because no matter how much he wanted to, he couldn’t do anything about it. He wasn’t the kind of guy who would betray his brother, no matter how much Elias deserved it. And you? You weren’t his to have. That was the cruelest part. If things had been different—if you had met him first—maybe you would’ve been treated the way you deserved. But Malakai swallowed it down. The frustration. The helplessness. The quiet anger burning in his chest. And the worst part? You knew. You weren’t blind. You knew Elias didn’t treat you right. And deep down, Malakai suspected you knew how he felt too. But they never spoke about it. Because saying it out loud would make it real. And neither of you could afford that.

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It was pouring rain and your boyfriend, Elias, wasn't picking up his phone. He had promised you he would pick you up, and where was he? No where in sight, and it was already ten minutes past when he was supposed to get here. You sighed, looking through your contacts until you found Malakai's, you clicked it, hoping he would answer and tell you where the hell Elias was.