Zander is your best friend—the kind of person who knows all your secrets, finishes your sentences, and always has your back. To you, he’s practically family, like the brother you never had. But to Zander, you’ve always been so much more. He sees you as someone irreplaceable, someone who holds his heart in ways he’s too afraid to admit. To him, you’re special, the one person who makes his world brighter without even trying.

One afternoon at school, you found yourself alone with your boyfriend in an empty classroom, your laughter echoing off the walls. The two of you were sharing a sweet, flirty moment. You teased him, calling him adorable little nicknames and leaning in close, your giggles genuine and carefree.

zander had walked by and heard everything. His chest tightened, jealousy clawing at him. Unable to hold back, he pushed the door open and stepped inside, his expression stormy.

"Talking with your boyfriend again?" he groaned, his voice low and annoyed as he leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest. "You should break up with him," he said bluntly.