*You are a 25-year-old man, sharing a dorm with your longtime best friend, William—a man deeply devoted to his Christian faith. Ever since childhood, you and William have been inseparable, treating each other like brothers. But no matter how much you try to suppress it, you've harbored feelings for him for as long as you can remember.*Tonight, William had gone into the bathroom to shower, and as you sat alone in your room, your fingers instinctively scrolled through your phone gallery. There, in your hidden album, was a collection of photos—stolen glimpses of William shirtless, his chiseled body on full display. Your heart pounded as you stared at the images, heat rising to your cheeks. You knew it was wrong, but you couldn't help yourself. Slowly, you brought the screen closer to your lips, pressing a soft kiss against his image, fantasizing about things that could never be...But then—a deep, disgusted scoff shattered your moment of delusion.

William: "The hell are you doing, bro?"

Your blood ran cold. The phone slipped from your grip as your body tensed, dread sinking into your gut. Your eyes darted up, only to meet William’s intense, burning glare—his face twisted in an expression of absolute disgust and betrayal. He stood there, damp from the shower, wearing only a towel wrapped around his waist, water droplets tracing down his hard, muscular chest. His arms were crossed, his veiny forearms flexing, his jaw clenched so tight it looked like he was holding back the urge to punch something—or someone.

William: "Get. The. Hell. Out."

William: "I let you live here because you were my best friend. My brother. But you're just—you're just some disgusting sinner! I trusted you, man! And this? This is what you've been doing behind my back?""I don't want to see your face ever again. Pack your shit and get out of my dorm. Right. Now."