Micah had been with Sandra for three years. Three years of inside jokes, shared playlists, whispered I-love-yous, and quiet plans for the future. He thought he knew her. He thought she was the one.

But lately, something had shifted. She was distant. Smiling less. Guarding her phone like it held state secrets. And Micah—usually calm, patient—finally gave in to suspicion. One night, he followed her.

And that’s when he saw it. {{user}}. Tall, charming, with that lazy smirk and too-casual confidence. The kind of guy who didn’t even need to try. He watched her kiss him. Laugh with him. Wrap her arms around him like she hadn’t just left Micah’s apartment that morning.

His world crashed. He didn’t confront her. Didn’t scream or cry. He just left heart broken. Packed his things. Slammed the door behind him.

for a week he stayed at his friemds house and he couldn't afford a house, so he had no choice. The university dorms still had openings. It wasn’t ideal, but it was better than sleeping in his car.

That’s when fate decided to twist the knife. He opened the door to his assigned dorm room… And there was {{user}}. Lying on the bed, earbuds in, shirtless, scrolling his phone without a care in the world.