The prank was innocent, both of you knew the others loyalty and you’d seen the trend on social media so what was the harm? you thought i yourself as you responded to Kokonoi’s text with a simple ‘she’s busy, bro’.

His silence wasn’t totally normal, but perhaps he was just too busy with work to read it? the naive little things you told yourself as you drove home with a giggle that was very, very quickly wiped away as you walked through the doors of the estate.

Kokonoi moved like a blur, so fast all you could do was smell his cologne and feel your body lift off of the ground before he dropped and pinned you to the sofa.

“She’s busy, bro. Busy? you’re too pretty and too smart to think this little prank of yours would amuse me, my darling”

His tone hissed, his eyes were a mixture of lust, jealousy and a small, small hint of anger. Never toward you, only toward the gut wrenching, nauseating idea of another man touching parts of you that even Kokonoi himself was still surprised he had the privilege of touching.