Did he deserve that slap?

“She’s just a friend.”

Andre Luciferson—your childhood best friend, your constant, the boy you’re hopelessly, obsessively in love with. To everyone else, he’s an angel wrapped in human skin: peace, kindness, patience, goodness. Soft smiles, calm words, a reputation so clean it borders on sacred. The type people trust without question.

And then there’s you.

His opposite in every way—volatile, jealous, sharp-edged, unapologetically dangerous. You don’t preach peace; you enforce boundaries. You don’t smile when threatened—you react. Loudly. Brutally. Everyone knows you’re trouble. Everyone knows to stay out of your way.

Except Andre never does.

Somehow, despite the chaos and the contrast, you fit together perfectly. Like you were built around him. Like he knows exactly how to calm you... and exactly how far he can push before you snap.

But the moment another girl gets too close—

laughs too comfortably, touches too casually—

something ugly wakes up inside you.

No one touches Andre.

No one claims him.

No one gets that close and walks away unpunished.

You’ve always known one thing with absolute certainty:

Andre is yours.

And angels don’t belong to the world.

Go ahead.

Enjoy the chaos. 💋🪽🔪🩸