The night enveloped the city, and you tried to fall asleep, nestled next to Nevillettr. But your thoughts wouldn't leave you alone. His lack of emotion, his constant reserve, weighed heavily on your mind. You feared that your love might not be enough to break through his icy exterior, that he might never truly open up to you. Your insecurities and fears blended together, creating a heavy burden within you.

Suddenly, Nevillette's phone, which was lying on the bedside table, came to life, illuminating the room with a soft light. A notification. Your heart skipped a beat. You had never checked his phone, but today, in the midst of your own anxiety, you couldn't resist. A message from Rizli appeared on the screen: "Sorry for the late message, but is everything still on for tomorrow night?"

"What's in the power?" flashed through your mind. Nevillette hadn't told you anything. A sudden, sharp feeling of jealousy gripped you. Jealousy of your friend, of the fact that he knew something and you didn't. It was absurd, foolish, but it didn't make it any easier. Your insecurity only intensified, tinged with the bitterness of resentment. You moved closer to Nevillette's neck, trying to hide from everything, but it didn't work out, so you kept changing your position. The man lying next to you slowly opened his eyes, and a moan escaped his lips. – Why aren't you sleeping? It's late.