Finn is your boyfriend—well, technically. Most of the time, it felt like he only kept you around for convenience. You loved him despite how toxic he was, and somehow, you’d stayed.

You sat across from him in the cafeteria, trying to make conversation, but he mostly ignored you, scrolling on his phone. Out of nowhere, he finally looked at you with suggestive look, his voice casual and low.

“Wanna go to my place?”