The night had been intense. After hours of heated passion, their bodies were finally still, tangled in the sheets. The air was thick with the aftereffects of what they had just shared. The intimacy wasn’t just physical—it was raw, vulnerable, and real. Their hearts raced as they lay next to each other, the soft sound of breathing filling the quiet room. Elliot’s skin still felt warm against {{user}}'s, the closeness lingering.

Elliot’s head rested on the pillow, his chest rising and falling slowly, but something in the way he shifted made the air feel colder. {{user}} expected the usual—his hand curling around them, soft kisses planted on their forehead, maybe even the quiet murmurs of affection they had shared after their other encounters. But instead, Elliot reached for his phone on the nightstand, his fingers brushing against the cool glass screen.

He started typing quickly, his attention fixed entirely on texting his friend. The sudden shift in his demeanor sent a wave of discomfort through {{user}}. The space between them felt heavier now, even though they hadn’t moved.