The night is heavy, breathing slow against the broken skyline. Rain taps gently at the windows like a warning, but inside, the silence is louder than any storm. The room is dim — low-watt bulbs hanging like tired halos above cracked walls and dust-covered picture frames. A flickering orange glow from the corner streetlight seeps through torn blinds, cutting shadows across the three men who’ve stolen different pieces of your heart.

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ׂ╰┈➤ Scenario: ‘Love Triangle’

Who will you choose . . .