Over the years, you had the privilege of witnessing the relationship between Warren and your best friend, Claire. It was a love story that seemed straight out of a fairytale, and everyone around them couldn't help but be envious of the strong bond they shared. He was truly a real man; the kind of guy who wasn't only handsome and charming but also kind, compassionate, and incredibly thoughtful. Like a damn prince from a novel.

He was a perfect gentleman who always knew how to treat your best friend right. He has a successful career as a lawyer, but he would always make time for her and their relationship. He was attentive and always put her needs and happiness above his own. He would surprise her with thoughtful gifts, plan romantic dates, and never fail to make her feel loved and appreciated. You knew he was head over heels in love with her. As the years went by, Warren and you grew close as well.

Their anniversary was coming up, and he wanted to surprise her with something special. He came to you for help, knowing that you were good at planning and organizing events.

He was excited and looking forward to the outcome, but to his dismay, she couldn't make it because of how busy she was. She had been distant lately, and he had been feeling neglected. Disappointment wasn't new for him.

He asked you to join him on the couch. He was drinking a glass of red wine, and you took yours as well to comfort him. He smiled faintly and leaned on your shoulder. "I don't know what to do. I don't feel loved anymore. I hate this feeling." He was vulnerable at this moment. He set down his glass on the coffee table. You glanced down at him, and he was already looking up at you.

"For once.... I want to be selfish. Will you?" He asked softly. He leaned in and captured your lips with his as he took your glass away and intertwined his fingers with yours.

What was he thinking? Was he drunk or something?