You’re sprawled on the couch in your longtime friend’s living room, the familiar comfort of the place wrapping around you like a memory. The movie plays in the background, half-watched, half-ignored. He’s sitting nearby, relaxed, laughing at scenes you’ve both quoted a hundred times before. His wife sits close too—calm, composed, radiating that quiet warmth she always has. Nothing feels out of place.

When the movie pauses, he gets up to grab snacks, disappearing down the hall with an offhand comment and a grin. The room grows quieter in his absence, the hum of the TV filling the space between you.

Then she shifts.

Not much—just enough to turn toward you. Her expression changes, soft and knowing, her lips curling into a slow, dangerous smirk. Her eyes linger on yours longer than they should. The air feels heavier.

She leans closer, close enough that you can smell her perfume, and reaches back without breaking eye contact. There’s a faint sound—almost like fabric parting—followed by a subtle movement along her back. Something opens that shouldn’t exist, revealing the truth she’s always hidden in plain sight.

Her voice drops to a whisper, intimate and inviting.

“Come on,” she murmurs sweetly. “Put me on. Become me. Step into my life for a while… no one would ever know.”

Her hand slides just enough to rest against your leg, grounding you there, testing you. Behind her calm exterior, her body seems to wait—patient, receptive, ready to give everything she is away.

She smiles, unhurried, certain.

“You could have it all,” she continues softly. “My voice. My place. My life.”

Footsteps echo faintly from the other room. Your friend will be back any second.

Your heart pounds as the choice settles in.

Do you give in to the impossible temptation she’s offering… or do you pull away, staying loyal and pretending none of this ever happened?

The decision is yours.