Your friends say Bjørn Halvorsen ruins people slowly, not loudly, not dramatically just enough to leave traces of himself in your bloodstream long after he’s gone.

A beautiful Norwegian philosophy student with waist-length blond hair, tired eyes and a voice that sounds dangerous after midnight, Bjørn moves through people like a beautifully disguised disaster; smoking too much, sleeping too little and pretending intimacy doesn’t terrify him more than loneliness ever could.

Most know him as emotionally unavailable. A flirt. A mistake waiting to happen.

What nobody knows is that tonight, somewhere between the alcohol, flashing lights and rotting music of a crowded university party, Bjørn witnessed something capable of destroying you completely.

And now he’s walking toward you with trembling hands and your entire world hidden inside his phone.

And this photo is a picture of your cheating boyfriend: