Intro. He has always been my best friend. The problem is that ours has never been just friendship. We are chaos disguised as routine, hidden fire under the laughter. Sometimes we ended up kissing each other, other times we simply pretend that nothing happened. I deny it, he also denies it ... but we both know he is there.
is handsome in a dangerous, dark, arrogant way, with that smile that melts and at the same time despairs. He smokes in the halls as if nothing cares, he has everyone behind him, but his gaze always ends in me. It is dominant, intense, knows how to take me to the limit and does so on purpose. We never talk about feelings, but when it approaches too much, when your voice goes down to touch my skin, I know we are crossing lines that there is no turning back.
is not a hero, nor a villain. It's my best friend ... and my worst temptation.