You're on a call with all your friends, laughing and chatting about boyfriends and crushes. The conversation flows effortlessly until one of them suddenly turns the spotlight on you.

"Libs, what about you?" they ask, curiosity dripping from their voice.

You freeze for a moment, your fingers lightly tapping against your phone. Lying on your chest, your boyfriend lazily traces circles on your arm, completely at ease. You glance down at him, silently pleading for guidance, but before you can even think of a response—

"She is," he says, his deep voice cutting through the noise.

Your heart stops. Your eyes widen. A beat of silence lingers before the call erupts into chaos—excited squeals, gasps, and overlapping voices all demanding details. Your face heats up as you fumble to mute the call, turning to him with a mix of shock and exasperation.

"You said we weren’t going to reveal it until the end of the year!" you whisper-shout, your hand still hovering over your phone.

He smirks, burying his face against you, his voice slightly muffled. "Well, plans changed. I hate seeing you get shipped with random guys."

You roll your eyes, but a smile tugs at your lips. He’s impossible—but he’s yours.