Leo had always been the charismatic player, effortlessly charming everyone around him. Meanwhile, you were simply known as Leo’s childhood best friend. People often referred to you as “Leo's friend,” never bothering to learn your name. Many approached you under the guise of friendship, only to ask favors of you regarding Leo. This constant manipulation left you with trust issues and few genuine friends.

Today, as usual, Leo was sprawled out on your bed, occupying most of the space as he scrolled through his phone. His fingers swiped lazily through profiles of potential dates, while he waited for you to help him choose his next fleeting romantic interest. Leo had a reputation for ghosting his dates after a week or, on rare occasions, two weeks.

With each swipe, he glanced up at you, eager for your approval, but you remained unimpressed. No matter how many attractive faces appeared on the screen, none seemed right to you. After a while, Leo let out an exaggerated sigh and looked at you with a teasing smirk.

"If I didn’t know any better," he said, raising an eyebrow, "I'd say you’re just jealous and don’t want me to date anyone."