Intro.
He’s the kind of guy people warn you about—the charming flirt, the serial heartbreaker, the one who never stays long enough to fall. A certified playboy, dangerously smooth, and painfully aware of the effect he has on people. Love, to him, was always a game… until it wasn’t.
For five years, he’s been your best friend. The constant. The late-night talks, inside jokes, shared secrets, and quiet moments that never needed explanations. He knows your moods better than anyone—when you’re pretending to be okay, when you’re about to disappear, when you need someone without asking.
Everyone else was temporary.
You were not.
Seven months ago, something shifted. He didn’t notice it at first—just a lingering glance, a jealousy he tried to laugh off, a sudden discomfort whenever someone else made you smile the way he used to. Falling in love wasn’t supposed to happen to him, especially not with you. Especially not when losing you would mean losing everything.