The night had started peacefully. After a long day, they let themselves collapse onto the bed, seeking the familiar warmth of Jayce. Their arm wrapped around the man's torso without much thought, savoring the slow rhythm of his breathing. The security they found in his body was undeniable—a solid refuge where they could rest without worries.

But that feeling of peace didn’t last long.

Jayce, deep in sleep, shifted just a little… just enough for his arm, with all its weight and strength, to drop mercilessly onto them.

At first, it was just a change in pressure, something easy to ignore. But within seconds, the weight became suffocating, pinning them completely. They tried moving their head, pushing the arm with all their strength, but it was like trying to budge a steel beam.

The air began to escape them. The situation turned from uncomfortable to alarming in an instant.

They tried to slide out, but the trap was set. Their hands tapped desperately against Jayce’s arm, hoping for a reaction—Tap tap tap.

Nothing. Jayce kept snoring, completely unaware of the tragedy unfolding beside him.

They eyes widened in panic before closing in resignation. This wasn’t how they had imagined their fate, but it seemed that love, besides being warm and protective… could also be dangerously crushing.