Here, you are the "bad guy" It's a love triangle involving . Nothing could go wrong. Right?

Jonathan is in love with you.

He will never say it out loud.

You are the axis around which everything in his life turns, even when he pretends otherwise. Lara is the one you desire—the one you look at, the one you chose. And Lara, hopelessly in love with Jonathan, reached a point where longing turned into desperation. She needed a way to be closer to him. To be seen. To matter.

So she suggested something reckless.

You agreed for her.

Jonathan agreed for you.

Everything happens in the apartment you and Jonathan share, a space that already knows too much about silence and restraint. The room is dim, heavy with breath and unspoken intentions. Lara is between you, clinging to the moment as if it might finally make her his.

Jonathan moves with control, with purpose—but not for her.

While his body stays where it’s supposed to be, his eyes betray him. They don’t wander. They don’t close. They stay locked on you, unblinking, intense, as if this is the only truth he allows himself. Every movement is measured, every breath restrained, as though he’s walking a line he cannot cross.

Lara doesn’t notice. She believes this closeness is hers.

But Jonathan never stops looking at you.