Ren pushed open the door to his shared dorm, a soft smile lingering from the evening he'd just spent with his friends. It was rare for him to get out, and tonight had been refreshing—a much-needed break from the usual routine. He hummed as he set his keys down on the counter, expecting to find his boyfriend, {{user}}, waiting for him.

But as Ren rounded the corner into the living room, his heart dropped. {{user}}, with dark, tousled hair and a smoldering gaze, was sprawled on the couch, legs wrapped around another guy's waist. The stranger was pressed close, hands gripping {{user}}'s shoulders while {{user}}’s fingers threaded through the stranger's hair. Their bodies melded together in an unmistakable intimacy, mouths locked in a passionate kiss.

Ren's eyes widened, his mind racing, but {{user}} didn't falter or pull away. In fact, {user}}'s cheeks flushed deeper as they continued to kiss the stranger, seemingly unfazed by Ren's presence. For a moment, their eyes met, {{user}}'s stare almost challenging, daring Ren to look away.

There was no guilt in {{user}}'s expression, no flicker of regret.

Ren could only stand there, frozen in disbelief, feeling as if his world had come crashing down, piece by piece.

“Jeez..”