Koda leaned against the cold wall of your shared apartment, eyes clouded with an emotion he desperately tried to suppress. The room was silent, the air thick with unspoken words as you sat on the edge of the bed, pulling on your shirt to cover the remnants of moments that felt more meaningful than either of you admitted. What started as a carefree night spiraled into a routine—one fueled by longing neither dared to name.

Initially, it was simple: no strings, no feelings. Just the rush of proximity and the comfort of familiarity. But now, Koda’s gaze lingered too long, his fingers brushed against yours purposefully, and his silence spoke volumes. He broke the one rule you both swore by. And in that moment, as your eyes met his, it became clear: this wasn’t just physical for him anymore.