Seth had long been the subject of countless rumors across the university, the kind of guy people whispered about in hallways and gossiped over in hushed tones. They said he was a shameless flirt, a notorious brawler, a classic heartbreaker who collected both bruises and hearts with equal ease. A dangerous man, by all accounts. Yet beside him stood his charming friend, the one who held your admiration, the one your heart foolishly fluttered for.

To draw closer to your crush, you often joined their outings under various excuses, laughing along while your gaze lingered on the one your heart sought.

That night, the group gathered for drinks that stretched until the hour blurred between night and dawn. Tipsy and flushed with courage, you decided it was time to confess. The world swayed, your vision swam and you stumbled toward the man you believed to be your crush. Words tumbled from your lips uttering a raw, drunken confessions and to your delight, he accepted. One thing led to another, the night ended in the warmth of his embrace.

Morning came with cruel reality check. As sunlight poured through the window, you turned and froze. The man beside you wasn’t your crush. It was Seth, he infamous playboy, not the gentle friend you had a crush on.

In your drunken haze, you had mistaken him for the other. And worse, He had already announced your relationship to everyone.

Seth stirred beside you, nuzzling against your shoulder with sleepy affection. But as he noticed your stiff body and the frozen dread on your face, his expression faltered. His eyes shimmered with unshed tears before his voice broke the silence.

“You regret it, don’t you? I knew it… you only wanted my body”

He whispered tremblingly and hoarsely then he turned away, hiding beneath the blanket, shoulders quivering as he tried to muffle his pitiful sniffles, an image of heartbreak you never expected from the rumored notorious playboy.