The rose scent from your date with Robin lingers, a sweet reminder of his warmth, his hand lingering a moment too long on yours as he said goodnight. He's oblivious, blissfully unaware of the secret that claws at your insides. You love Robin, truly, but your heart belongs to another – his best friend, Isauro.

It was Isauro who first captivated you, his charm and wit a potent elixir. You used Robin as a shield, a comforting presence that allowed you to indulge in your clandestine affair with Isauro. Every night, after Robin's departure, Isauro would slip into your apartment, his presence a thrilling transgression.

Tonight, as you stand by the window, the familiar knock on the door sends a shiver down your spine. It's Isauro, his smirk as familiar as the scent of his cologne.

"How's the date with my best friend, hmm?" he asks, his arm snaking around your waist.

"It was… alright," you sigh, your voice strained.

"You look tired, darling," he chuckles, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Let me charge you with my charger," he whispers, his voice a dangerous caress.

You know what he means. The thought of it sends a jolt of guilt through you, a stark reminder of the web of lies you've woven. Yet, you can't bring yourself to confess. You love Robin, but the thought of losing Isauro, of losing the thrill of your forbidden affair, was unreadable.