You’d just lost her—the one person you swore you’d never hurt. The reason? Your drinking.
“That’s it,” Maddy said, her voice sharp but trembling. “We’re done. I’m breaking up with you.”
[[Beg her for another chance.]]
[[Say nothing—let her walk away.]]“Maddy—” you begin, but she cuts you off—her voice like a blade to the throat.
“No. That’s it. I’m fucking done with you,” she snaps. “I don’t need some sick, alcoholic, dysfunctional bastard dragging me down.”
She turns toward the door, her shoulders stiff with fury.
[[Reach for her hand.]]
[[Let her walk out of your life.]]“I'm done. I’m fucking done with you,” she continues. “I don’t need some sick, alcoholic, dysfunctional bastard dragging me down.”
She turns toward the door, her shoulders stiff with fury.
[[Reach for her hand.]]
[[Let her walk out of your life.]]You reach for her hand—grabbing it, desperate, unwilling to let her go. Unwilling to lose the love of your life.
But with a grunt, she yanks free, swings her bag, and cracks it across your face.
She’s never hit you before. Not once. But tonight, you finally struck a nerve deep enough to turn her violent.
And maybe—after all this—that’s the clearest sign it really should be over.
[[Tell her if hurting you makes it easier, then go ahead.]]
[[Say nothing. Let her go.]]You decide to let her walk out of your life. It's done. You know it's over.
She stares at you—then scoffs. “You’re pathetic. So fucking pathetic. I don’t even know what I ever saw in you.”
And with that, she walks out. The door slams shut behind her like a final nail in a coffin.
Now you’re alone. Just you, your broken heart—and the bottle.<<set $write to 'true'>><<set $read to 'true'>><<set $movie to 'true'>>
[[Go back to drinking.]]
[[Try to watch a movie.]]
[[Try to write.]]
[[Read a book.]]
[[Call your best mate.]]“If hurting me makes it easier, then go ahead,” you say, voice low. “Hurt me all you want. I can take it.”
You’re not even sure you believe it—but you say it anyway. Because if pain is the price for her staying… maybe it’s worth it. Maybe this is the first and last time.
She stares at you—then scoffs. “You’re pathetic. So fucking pathetic. I don’t even know what I ever saw in you.”
And with that, she walks out. The door slams shut behind her like a final nail in a coffin.
Now you’re alone. Just you, your broken heart—and the bottle.<<set $write to 'true'>><<set $read to 'true'>><<set $movie to 'true'>>
[[Go back to drinking.]]
[[Try to watch a movie.]]
[[Try to write.]]
[[Read a book.]]
[[Call your best mate.]]You say nothing. You know it's done. You know it's over.
She stares at you—then scoffs. “You’re pathetic. So fucking pathetic. I don’t even know what I ever saw in you.”
And with that, she walks out. The door slams shut behind her like a final nail in a coffin.
Now you’re alone. Just you, your broken heart—and the bottle.<<set $write to 'true'>><<set $read to 'true'>><<set $movie to 'true'>>
[[Go back to drinking.]]
[[Try to watch a movie.]]
[[Try to write.]]
[[Read a book.]]
[[Call your best mate.]]You decide it’s best to try watching a movie, something to take your mind off things, even if just for a little bit.
You don’t have the energy for anything else.
If you can get through the film, maybe you’ll feel a little less hollow.
Maybe it’ll help.
[[Watch horror.]]
[[Watch a drama.]]
[[Watch porn.]]You slump onto the couch and grab a bottle of beer, taking a long swig. It’s not warm, crisp chill from the fridge has long faded, replaced with a dull, lifeless lukewarmness.
You keep drinking. One bottle after another. Each one emptier than the last, your thoughts sinking lower with every gulp. The empties clatter to the floor as you reach for another, this time straight from the fridge. It’s cold. It’s better. And it’s far too easy to keep going.
You can’t think straight. You can barely stand without swaying like a drunk on a boat. And the only thing echoing through your foggy mind is //Maddy//, and how empty it feels without her. How long will it last? Weeks? Months? Years? Forever?
You hate how much it hurts. And you’d do anything—anything—to make it stop.
So your hand finds your phone. Your thumb scrolls through the contacts, clumsy and uncertain, until it lands on one name: Luther P. Your best mate.
Before you can second guess it, you tap the screen and bring the phone to your ear. You know he won’t mind. Not tonight, not ever.
[[Call Luther.|call luther drunk]]You can’t help it. You reach for your phone, lying on the coffee table—screen cracked from that one time it tumbled down the stairs while you were tipsy and staggering home. It still works, at least.
You feel the alcohol still humming in your veins, not enough to disorient you, but enough to make your fingers sluggish as you scroll through your contacts. Your gaze catches on Luther’s name, and before you can second-guess yourself, you tap it.
The phone’s already at your ear when he picks up.
“$name? Is everything okay?” he says, concern thick in his voice. He knows something’s wrong.
[[No, I’m not okay.|no im not okay not too drunk]]
[[Yeah, I’m fine.|yeah im fine not too drunk]]You head to your bedroom and sit at your desk, the soft glow of your computer screen lighting up the dark room.<<set $book to 'nottrue'>>
You open SimplWriter—blank page, blinking cursor.
You’re not sure what you’re trying to write. A story? A confession? Just… something to make the silence stop echoing.
[[Start a short story.]]
[[Try working on your novel.]]
[[Journal instead.]]<<set $action to 'true'>><<set $book to 'nottrue'>>You sink back into the couch. You know you shouldn’t drink—not now. As much as it would numb the pain, even if just for a while, you resist the urge.
Instead, you reach for the book lying on the coffee table—the one you’ve been meaning to finish. You flip it open to where you left off, hoping to distract yourself.
But the words blur on the page. You’re staring at letters, not sentences. Your eyes move, but your mind doesn’t follow.
All you can think about is her. The girl who just walked out for good.
And already having some alcohol in your system isn't helping either.
[[Go back to drinking.]]
<<if $write is 'true'>>[[Try to write.]]<<else>>Try to write.<</if>>
<<if $movie is 'true'>>[[Try to watch a movie.]]<<else>>Try to watch a movie.<</if>>
[[Call your best mate.]]You decide it’s best to write a short story—something simple. It doesn’t take much planning, and right now, you don’t have the energy for anything more demanding.
If you can get a thousand words down, maybe you’ll feel a little less hollow.
Maybe it’ll help.
[[Write horror.]]
[[Write a tragedy.]]
[[Write erotica.]]
[[Write a romance.]]
[[Write a poem.]]You decide it’s best to try working on your novel—even if it's just a few hundered words. You already have an outline, and right now, you don’t have the energy for anything more demanding.
If you can get a thousand words down, maybe you’ll feel a little less hollow.
Maybe it’ll help.
[[Write horror.]]
[[Write a tragedy.]]
[[Write erotica.]]
[[Write a romance.]]
[[Write a poem.]]You grab your journal just as you hit the 'shut down' button on your computer. You open the notebook on the last blank page.<style>@import url('https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=Patrick+Hand&display=swap');.letter{background-color:#fffaf0;padding:30px;border:1px solid #d6c9a4;border-radius:8px;font-family:'Patrick Hand',cursive;color:#2c2c2c;font-size:1rem;line-height:1.3;max-width:700px;margin:0 auto;white-space:pre-wrap;box-shadow:0 0 15px rgba(0,0,0,0.2);position:relative;text-shadow:none}.letter::before{content:"";position:absolute;width:100px;height:100px;background-image:url('https://cdn.pixabay.com/photo/2017/09/26/13/41/coffee-2787964_1280.png');background-repeat:no-repeat;background-size:contain;opacity:0.25;top:20px;left:20px;pointer-events:none;z-index:0}</style>
<<link "Write in your journal.">><<set _writing to prompt("What do you want to write?")>><<replace "#letterOutput">><<if _writing>>
<div id="letterOutput" class="letter"><<= $currentDate >><br><br><<= _writing >></div><<else>><div id="letterOutput" class="letter"><<= $currentDate >><br><br>You stare at the blank page, unable to think of anything.</div><</if>><</replace>><</link>><div id="letterOutput"></div>
[[Stop writing.]]You decide to write horror.<style>@import url('https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=Special+Elite&display=swap');.letter{background-color:#fffaf0;padding:30px;border:1px solid #d6c9a4;border-radius:8px;font-family:'Special Elite',monospace;color:#2c2c2c;font-size:1rem;line-height:1.3;max-width:700px;margin:0 auto;white-space:pre-wrap;box-shadow:0 0 15px rgba(0,0,0,0.2);position:relative;text-shadow:none}.letter::before{content:"";position:absolute;width:100px;height:100px;background-image:url('https://cdn.pixabay.com/photo/2017/09/26/13/41/coffee-2787964_1280.png');background-repeat:no-repeat;background-size:contain;opacity:0.25;top:20px;left:20px;pointer-events:none;z-index:0}</style>
<<link "Write.">><<set _writing to prompt("What do you want to write?")>><<replace "#letterOutput">><<if _writing>>
<div id="letterOutput" class="letter"><<= $currentDate >><br><br><<= _writing >></div><<else>><div id="letterOutput" class="letter"><<= $currentDate >><br><br>You stare at the blank page, unable to think of anything.</div><</if>><</replace>><</link>><div id="letterOutput"></div>
[[Stop writing.]]You settle on tragedy. It feels fitting, given everything. Inspiration, for once, isn’t the problem.<style>@import url('https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=Special+Elite&display=swap');.letter{background-color:#fffaf0;padding:30px;border:1px solid #d6c9a4;border-radius:8px;font-family:'Special Elite',monospace;color:#2c2c2c;font-size:1rem;line-height:1.3;max-width:700px;margin:0 auto;white-space:pre-wrap;box-shadow:0 0 15px rgba(0,0,0,0.2);position:relative;text-shadow:none}.letter::before{content:"";position:absolute;width:100px;height:100px;background-image:url('https://cdn.pixabay.com/photo/2017/09/26/13/41/coffee-2787964_1280.png');background-repeat:no-repeat;background-size:contain;opacity:0.25;top:20px;left:20px;pointer-events:none;z-index:0}</style>
<<link "Write.">><<set _writing to prompt("What do you want to write?")>><<replace "#letterOutput">><<if _writing>>
<div id="letterOutput" class="letter"><<= $currentDate >><br><br><<= _writing >></div><<else>><div id="letterOutput" class="letter"><<= $currentDate >><br><br>You stare at the blank page, unable to think of anything.</div><</if>><</replace>><</link>><div id="letterOutput"></div>
[[Stop writing.]]You decide to write erotica. Maybe you can turn yourself on.<style>@import url('https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=Special+Elite&display=swap');.letter{background-color:#fffaf0;padding:30px;border:1px solid #d6c9a4;border-radius:8px;font-family:'Special Elite',monospace;color:#2c2c2c;font-size:1rem;line-height:1.3;max-width:700px;margin:0 auto;white-space:pre-wrap;box-shadow:0 0 15px rgba(0,0,0,0.2);position:relative;text-shadow:none}.letter::before{content:"";position:absolute;width:100px;height:100px;background-image:url('https://cdn.pixabay.com/photo/2017/09/26/13/41/coffee-2787964_1280.png');background-repeat:no-repeat;background-size:contain;opacity:0.25;top:20px;left:20px;pointer-events:none;z-index:0}</style>
<<link "Write.">><<set _writing to prompt("What do you want to write?")>><<replace "#letterOutput">><<if _writing>>
<div id="letterOutput" class="letter"><<= $currentDate >><br><br><<= _writing >></div><<else>><div id="letterOutput" class="letter"><<= $currentDate >><br><br>You stare at the blank page, unable to think of anything.</div><</if>><</replace>><</link>><div id="letterOutput"></div>
[[Stop writing.|STOP WRITING EROTICA]]You settle on writing romance. That's... gonna be hard. Unless it's a sad one, then maybe you can manage.<style>@import url('https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=Special+Elite&display=swap');.letter{background-color:#fffaf0;padding:30px;border:1px solid #d6c9a4;border-radius:8px;font-family:'Special Elite',monospace;color:#2c2c2c;font-size:1rem;line-height:1.3;max-width:700px;margin:0 auto;white-space:pre-wrap;box-shadow:0 0 15px rgba(0,0,0,0.2);position:relative;text-shadow:none}.letter::before{content:"";position:absolute;width:100px;height:100px;background-image:url('https://cdn.pixabay.com/photo/2017/09/26/13/41/coffee-2787964_1280.png');background-repeat:no-repeat;background-size:contain;opacity:0.25;top:20px;left:20px;pointer-events:none;z-index:0}</style>
<<link "Write.">><<set _writing to prompt("What do you want to write?")>><<replace "#letterOutput">><<if _writing>>
<div id="letterOutput" class="letter"><<= $currentDate >><br><br><<= _writing >></div><<else>><div id="letterOutput" class="letter"><<= $currentDate >><br><br>You stare at the blank page, unable to think of anything.</div><</if>><</replace>><</link>><div id="letterOutput"></div>
[[Stop writing.]]You settle on a poem.<style>@import url('https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=Special+Elite&display=swap');.letter{background-color:#fffaf0;padding:30px;border:1px solid #d6c9a4;border-radius:8px;font-family:'Special Elite',monospace;color:#2c2c2c;font-size:1rem;line-height:1.3;max-width:700px;margin:0 auto;white-space:pre-wrap;box-shadow:0 0 15px rgba(0,0,0,0.2);position:relative;text-shadow:none}.letter::before{content:"";position:absolute;width:100px;height:100px;background-image:url('https://cdn.pixabay.com/photo/2017/09/26/13/41/coffee-2787964_1280.png');background-repeat:no-repeat;background-size:contain;opacity:0.25;top:20px;left:20px;pointer-events:none;z-index:0}</style>
<<link "Write.">><<set _writing to prompt("What do you want to write?")>><<replace "#letterOutput">><<if _writing>>
<div id="letterOutput" class="letter"><<= $currentDate >><br><br><<= _writing >></div><<else>><div id="letterOutput" class="letter"><<= $currentDate >><br><br>You stare at the blank page, unable to think of anything.</div><</if>><</replace>><</link>><div id="letterOutput"></div>
[[Stop writing.]]<<set $currentDate to getFormattedDate()>>You decide to stop writing, and you feel...
[[Better.|better_writing]]
[[Worse.|worse_writing]]
[[The same.|the_same_writing]]You stop writing erotica. By the time you're finished, your trousers are uncomfortably tight. You're hard and restless. You could really use a release, but what now?
[[Take care of it yourself.]]
[[Find someone to help with it.]]<span id="live-time"></span><script>var u=()=>{const d=new Date(),h=((d.getHours()%12)||12),m=d.getMinutes().toString().padStart(2,"0"),s=d.getSeconds().toString().padStart(2,"0"),ampm=d.getHours()<12?"AM":"PM",date=d.toDateString();document.getElementById("live-time").textContent=`${date} • ${h}:${m}:${s} ${ampm}`};u();setInterval(u,1000);</script>You decide to put on a horror film. Maybe seeing something more terrifying than your breakup will make it easier to cope.
The unsettling music creeps in as the film opens on a couple camping deep in the forest. They laugh by the fire, unaware of the shadows watching from the trees. As night falls, strange sounds echo around their tent. One of them ventures out to investigate and never comes back. The tension builds until the surviving partner realises they’re not alone, and what’s hunting them isn’t human.
...
As the credits roll, you feel...
[[Better.]]
[[Worse.]]
[[The same.]]You decide to watch a drama. Maybe seeing someone else’s messy love life will make yours feel a bit less rubbish.
It kicks off with a couple on a weekend away, trying to fix things but clearly not on the same page. They smile, make small talk, pretend everything’s fine, but the cracks show. One minute they’re laughing over wine, the next they’re arguing about the past and who hurt who more. By the end, one of them storms out, leaving the other staring out the window, wondering how it all fell apart.
As the credits roll, you feel...
[[Better.]]
[[Worse.]]
[[The same.]]What kind of porn are you gonna go for?
[[Straight.]]
[[Gay.]]
[[Bi (threesomes, two guys and a girl).]]After watching the film, you actually feel a little lighter. Like something shifted, even if just slightly.
There’s someone you know who’d be glad to hear from you tonight: Luther P.
Your best mate, always has been.
He’s been there through thick and thin—same as you have for him. Friends like that are rare these days. He’s the real deal.
[[Call him.]]
[[Don’t call him. You don’t want to bother him.]]After the film ends, you feel heavier than before. Like it stirred something up you can’t quite shake.
There’s someone you know who’d be glad to hear from you tonight: Luther P.
Your best mate, always has been.
He’s been there through thick and thin—same as you have for him. Friends like that are rare these days. He’s the real deal.
[[Call him.]]
[[Don’t call him. You don’t want to bother him.]]After watching the film, you feel more or less the same.
There’s someone you know who’d be happy to keep you company: Luther P.
Your best mate, through and through.
He’s always been there for you, just as you’ve been there for him. Finding a friend like that these days is rare—he’s the real deal.
[[Call him.]]
[[Don’t call him. You don’t want to bother him.]]The scene starts with a bloke coming home from work, clearly stressed. His wife notices and offers a bit of relief. It doesn’t take long before clothes start coming off. As the intimacy builds between them, your cock begins to stiffen, pressing tight against your trousers. The tension on screen grows, leading into a slow, teasing handjob.
You’re fully hard now.
[[Jerk off.|jerk off str8 porn]]
[[FInd someone to help you with it.]]Even though you were just in a relationship with a girl, you end up putting on gay porn.
[[Maybe you were never really straight to begin with.]]
[[You can’t handle seeing a girl right now without thinking of Maddy.|Maybe you just can’t handle seeing a girl right now without thinking of Maddy.]]
[[You're bisexual.|Maybe you’re just... bisexual.]]
[[You don't know why.]]The scene starts with a uni student storming back into the flat, clearly pissed off. His roommate and his girlfriend suggest a bit of stress relief. Before long, all three of them are undressing. As the heat builds between them, your cock starts to stiffen, pressing tighter against your trousers.
It’s not long before hands are moving, the guys' mouths busy as the girl is on her knees, giving them a handjob as their dicks are touching each other.
You’re hard.
[[Jerk off.|jerk off bi porn]]
[[FInd someone to help you with it.]]You were never truly straight. You never felt that spark with girls, not in the way that matters. But you still loved Maddy, even if the sex wasn’t quite what your heart truly wanted.
Society, family, all of it pushed you into dating her. It didn’t exactly help with the drinking, either. At least now she’s free from someone who was never really attracted to her, despite how perfect she was.
Still, you [[start watching the porn]].You're bisexual. You don't care whether it's guys or girls in an erotic scene. As long as it's sex, it'll get you hard.
With that in mind, you [[start watching the porn]].You’re not quite sure why you want to watch two guys pleasuring each other right now. All you know is that the very thought of it is already turning you on. So, with that in mind, you [[start watching the porn]].The scene starts with one of the lads coming back from uni, clearly pissed off. His roommate suggests a bit of stress relief, and before long, they're stripping off. Your cock begins to stiffen as you watch, straining against your trousers, the tension building with every movement on screen. It escalates into a handjob, and you're fully hard now.
[[Jerk off.]]
[[FInd someone to help you with it.]]You can’t bear to see a girl without your mind drifting straight to Maddy. Still, you need something to jerk off to, as it helps helps you unwind, chasing away stress and, sometimes, the weight of sadness.
With that in mind, you [[start watching the porn]].You can’t help it. You reach for your phone, lying on the coffee table—screen cracked from that one time it tumbled down the stairs while you were tipsy and staggering home. It still works, at least.
You feel the alcohol still humming in your veins, not enough to disorient you, but enough to make your fingers sluggish as you scroll through your contacts. Your gaze catches on Luther’s name, and before you can second-guess yourself, you tap it.
The phone’s already at your ear when he picks up.
“$name? Is everything okay?” he says, concern thick in his voice. He knows something’s wrong.
[[No, I’m not okay.|no im not okay not too drunk]]
[[Yeah, I’m fine.|yeah im fine not too drunk]]You decide to not call Luther.
What now?
[[Go back to drinking.]]
[[Try to sleep.]]Your hand drifts down, wrapping around the hard heat between your legs. You stroke yourself slowly, teasing, letting your fingers glide along the length before unbuttoning your pants and shoving them down.
But it’s not enough.
The pleasure feels distant—mechanical. Cold. Your grip lacks the spark, the fire.
You need more. You need someone else. Their touch. Their breath. Their desire pressed against yours.
[[FInd someone to help you with it.]]Frustrated and still aching, you lean back, staring at the ceiling for a moment. This isn’t doing it. You need something more—someone more. The need thrums through you, insistent and heavy.
You reach for your phone, scrolling past apps, hesitating. Then your thumb hovers over the next move.
[[Go on Binder.]]
[[Go on Linder.]]
[[Call your best mate.|call ur best mate for sex]]Your hand drifts down, wrapping around the hard heat between your legs. You stroke yourself slowly, teasing, letting your fingers glide along the length before unbuttoning your pants and shoving them down.
But it’s not enough.
The pleasure feels distant—mechanical. Cold. Your grip lacks the spark, the fire.
You need more. You need someone else. Their touch. Their breath. Their desire pressed against yours.
[[FInd someone to help you with it.]]Frustrated and still aching, you lean back, staring at the ceiling for a moment. This isn’t doing it. You need something more—someone more. The need thrums through you, insistent and heavy.
You reach for your phone, scrolling past apps, hesitating. Then your thumb hovers over the next move.
[[Go on Binder.]]
[[Go on Linder.]]
[[Call your best mate.|call ur best mate for sex]]Your hand drifts down, wrapping around the hard heat between your legs. You stroke yourself slowly, teasing, letting your fingers glide along the length before unbuttoning your pants and shoving them down.
But it’s not enough.
The pleasure feels distant—mechanical. Cold. Your grip lacks the spark, the fire.
You need more. You need someone else. Their touch. Their breath. Their desire pressed against yours.
[[FInd someone to help you with it.]]Your hand drifts down, wrapping around the hard heat between your legs. You stroke yourself slowly, teasing, letting your fingers glide along the length before unbuttoning your pants and shoving them down.
But it’s not enough.
The pleasure feels distant—mechanical. Cold. Your grip lacks the spark, the fire.
You need more. You need someone else. Their touch. Their breath. Their desire pressed against yours.
[[FInd someone to help you with it.]]After writing all of that, you actually feel a little lighter. Like something shifted, even if just slightly.
There’s someone you know who’d be glad to hear from you tonight: Luther P.
Your best mate, always has been.
He’s been there through thick and thin—same as you have for him. Friends like that are rare these days. He’s the real deal.
[[Call him.]]
[[Don’t call him. You don’t want to bother him.]]After writing all of that, you feel heavier than before. Like it stirred something up you can’t quite shake.
There’s someone you know who’d be glad to hear from you tonight: Luther P.
Your best mate, always has been.
He’s been there through thick and thin—same as you have for him. Friends like that are rare these days. He’s the real deal.
[[Call him.]]
[[Don’t call him. You don’t want to bother him.]]After writing that, you feel more or less the same.
There’s someone you know who’d be happy to keep you company: Luther P.
Your best mate, through and through.
He’s always been there for you, just as you’ve been there for him. Finding a friend like that these days is rare—he’s the real deal.
[[Call him.]]
[[Don’t call him. You don’t want to bother him.]][[Report a Bug|TargetPassage]]
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<<return "Go back.">>You head to bed, stripping off and sliding beneath the blankets. It’s just you—lonely, aching, and alone. You’ve no idea how long this stretch of solitude will last. Maybe weeks. Maybe months. Maybe the rest of your life.
You wish you'd had the nerve to call Luther.
He wouldn’t have minded. Not really.
Oh well. Tomorrow’s hangover is tomorrow’s problem.
<b>Ending One</b>
[[Start over?|Untitled Passage]]
<<return 'Go back.'>>You can’t help it. You reach for your phone, lying on the coffee table—screen cracked from that one time it tumbled down the stairs while you were drunkenly dragging yourself home. It still works, at least.
Your vision swims as you scroll through your contacts, squinting through the blur until you spot Luther’s name. Without thinking, you tap it.
The phone’s already at your ear when he picks up.
“$name? Is everything okay?” he says, concern thick in his voice. He knows something’s wrong.
[[No, I’m not okay.]]
[[Yeah, I’m fine.]]Would you like to choose your own name, or stick with the default?
[[Use the default – Steve]]
[[Choose a custom name]]
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[[Continue.|Untitled Passage]]Enter name and press enter <<textbox "$name" "" "yourname">>Your name is $name.
[[Continue.|Untitled Passage]]“No…” your voice cracks the moment you speak, and then the tears come—hot and sudden. “I’m not okay.”
There’s a pause on the other end.
“What... what happened?” he asks, though he probably already has a good idea. Things between you and Maddy have been rocky for a while—your drinking habits didn’t help. He doesn’t press. He just waits, giving you the space to say it yourself.
[["Maddy broke up with me."|mad broke u w me dr]]
[["I don't want to talk about it over the phone."|dont want to tlk phon dr]]
[["I don't want to talk about it."|dont want to talk dr]]
[["I can't do this anymore."|cant do this anymore dr]]
[["I just wanted to hear your voice."|just watned to hear voice dr]]“Yeah, I’m f-fine,” you lie, voice trembling as the words slur out, tears already threatening to spill. Not to his face—since you’re on the phone—but to his ears, you suppose. And he knows you. He’s known you for years. He can tell.
“You sure…?” he asks, soft and careful. “You don’t sound okay.”
And he’s right. If you were really okay, you wouldn’t be calling him at 2AM with your words sticking to your throat and your chest so tight it hurts. But even now, he doesn’t push. He just waits.
[["Maddy broke up with me."|mad broke u w me dr]]
[["I don't want to talk about it over the phone."|dont want to tlk phon dr]]
[["I don't want to talk about it."|dont want to talk dr]]
[["I can't do this anymore."|cant do this anymore dr]]
[["I just wanted to hear your voice."|just watned to hear voice dr]]“No...” you say quietly. “I’m not okay.”
“What... what happened?” he asks, though he probably already has a good idea. Things between you and Maddy have been rocky for a while—your drinking habits didn’t help. He doesn’t press. He just waits, giving you the space to say it yourself.
[["Maddy broke up with me."]]
[["I don't want to talk about it over the phone."]]
[["I don't want to talk about it."]]
[["I can't do this anymore."]]
[["I just wanted to hear your voice."]]“Yeah, I’m fine,” you lie… not to his face—since you're on the phone—but to his ears, you suppose. He’s known you a long time. He can tell something’s off.
“You sure…?” he asks gently. “You don’t sound okay.”
And he’s right—if you were okay, you wouldn’t be calling him at 2AM, would you? But still, he doesn’t push. He just waits.
[["Maddy broke up with me."]]
[["I don't want to talk about it over the phone."]]
[["I don't want to talk about it."]]
[["I can't do this anymore."]]
[["I just wanted to hear your voice."]]“Maddy broke up with me,” you admit, the words slipping out heavier than expected.
There’s a brief pause. Then, softly, he says, “I’m sorry,” His voice carries real warmth, compassion, but also understanding. He knows why. “It’s going to be okay, $name. This too will pass.”
[[Say nothing.]]
[[Tell him to come over.]]
[[Tell him that you don't want to be alone.]]"I don't want to talk about it over the phone," you murmur, your voice barely above a whisper: just enough to suggest you want him here with you.
"Alright... should I come over?"
[[Yes.]]
[[No.]]
[[I’m not sure…]]
[[Say nothing.|say nothing should I come over?]]"I don't want to talk about it," you say quietly, the honesty weighing heavy in your voice.
"I… I get that," he replies, hesitating. Then, softer, almost afraid to ask: "Did you just want to hear my voice?"
[[Yes.|yes I wanted to hear your voice]]
[[No.|no I wanted to hear your voice]]“I can’t do this anymore,” you say quietly. Your eyes sting, the tears rising before you can stop them, because you mean it. You don’t know how much longer you can keep going like this.
“Hey, hey, $name. It’s going to be okay. I’m coming over, alright? Just... don’t do anything stupid. Give me ten minutes.”
[[Tell him not to come over.]]
[[Tell him thanks.]]
[[Say nothing.|say nothing im coming over]]"I just… I just wanted to hear your voice, man," you admit honestly. His voice brings a comfort you can’t quite explain—a warm glow in your chest, slowly filling the hollow ache inside.
"I… I can come over if you want," he offers gently.
You hesitate, unsure if you want to trouble him this late.
[[Yes.]]
[[No.]]You say nothing.
“I, uh…” he begins, faltering. There’s a pause—he doesn’t seem to know what to say next. “I… I’ll come over, okay? I just… I don’t want you to be alone right now.”
Hearing those words from him… it makes things feel just a little lighter. Just knowing there’s someone out there who’d come to you this late at night—just from a phone call.
[[Tell him not to come over.]]
[[Tell him thanks.]]
[[Say nothing.|say nothing I'm coming over]]“Can you... come over?” There’s a pause. You exhale slowly, heavy with something you can’t quite name. “Just... didn’t wanna sit in this bloody silence anymore.”
“I’m coming over,” he replies. “Just give me ten minutes, yeah?”
And with that, he hangs up.
[[Ten minutes later...]]“I don’t wanna be alone, man…” you mumble, the words barely holding together. There’s a desperate ache clinging to every syllable, like you’re trying to fill this gaping void around you with just your voice. It’s so quiet. Too quiet. Your thoughts are screaming, and you just need someone — anyone — to dull the noise.
“I’ll come over,” he says, no hesitation.
[[Tell him not to come over.]]
[[Tell him thanks.]]
[[Say nothing.|say nothing im coming over]]“N-no, d-don’t come over…” you mumble, your voice trailing off, thick with regret. “It’s too late. I don’t want to bother you.”
“I’m coming over,” he says firmly. “I don’t care how late it is. Just… hold on for ten minutes,” And with that, he hangs up.
[[Ten minutes later...]]“…Thank you,” you whisper.
“Alright. See you soon,” he says, and then the line goes dead.
[[Ten minutes later...]]You say nothing.
"Just… hold on for ten minutes,” And with that, he hangs up.
[[Ten minutes later...]]“Yes...” you reply, voice low. “I could really use your company right now…”
“Okay,” he says quickly—and you’re glad. No sigh, no protest, no lecture. Just… okay. What a decent bloke.
“I’ll be there in ten.”
And with that, he hangs up.
[[Ten minutes later...]]“No...” you reply, voice low. “I... I don't want to burden you right now…”
“I won't take 'no' for an answer,” he says quickly—and you’re glad. No sigh, no protest, no lecture. Just… okay. What a decent bloke. “I’ll be there in ten.”
And with that, he hangs up.
[[Ten minutes later...]]“I’m not sure…” you admit quietly. You do want him there — more than anything — but the idea of him travelling at 2 a.m. makes your chest tighten with worry.
“I’m coming over,” he says without hesitation. “Give me ten minutes, yeah?”
[Ten minutes later…]You say nothing. Not that you can find the right words at this point anyway.
"I'll... I'll be right there. Just… hold on for ten minutes. It's gonna be okay, $name,” And with that, he hangs up.
[[Ten minutes later...]]"I just… I guess wanted to hear your voice, man," you admit honestly. His voice brings a comfort you can’t quite explain—a warm glow in your chest, slowly filling the hollow ache inside.
"I… I can come over if you want," he offers gently.
You hesitate, unsure if you want to trouble him this late.
[[Yes.]]
[[No.]]“No… I don’t know why I called, man,” you admit honestly.
“I… I can come over if you want? I won't say anything. I just... I refuse to leave you alone like this,” he offers gently.
You hesitate, unsure if you want to trouble him this late.
[[Yes.]]
[[No.]]Ten minutes crawl by, painfully slow — maybe more, maybe less. You’re not keeping track. Time’s a blur when your chest feels this hollow. You don’t want to keep track. What would be the point?
Then — a knock at the door.
It’s Luther. He’s here, just like he said he would be.
[[Get up and open the door.]]
[[Don’t get up.]]You say nothing.
"Just… hold on for ten minutes. It's gonna be okay, $name,” And with that, he hangs up.
[[Ten minutes later...]]“Maddy broke up with me,” you admit, tears spilling so hard you can't stop them as reality sets with that sentence,
There’s a brief pause. Then, softly, he says, “I’m sorry,” His voice carries real warmth, compassion, but also understanding. He knows why. “It’s going to be okay, $name. This too will pass.”
[[Say nothing.|say nothing dr]]
[[Tell him to come over.|tell him to come over dr]]
[[Tell him that you don't want to be alone.|tell him that you don't want to be alone dr]]“I don’t… I don’t want to talk about it over the phone,” you whisper, but your voice breaks halfway through. The tears come before you can stop them, thick and sudden, choking the end of your sentence. You’re crying now—really crying—and the sound of it leaks through the line, raw and helpless.
There’s a pause.
“Alright…” he says softly, his voice tight with concern. “I'll come over.”
[[Yes.|y dr]]
[[No.|n dr]]
[[I’m not sure…|idk dr]]
[[Say nothing.|say nothing should I come over? dr]]“I don’t want to talk about it,” you say quietly, voice thick with emotion. The truth is, you don’t trust yourself to get through a sentence without crying—and you don’t want him to hear that.
“I… I get that,” he replies gently, hesitating. Then, softer, almost afraid to ask: “Did you just want to hear my voice?”
[[Yes.|yes I wanted to hear your voice dr]]
[[No.|no I wanted to hear your voice dr]]“I-I c-can’t… I can’t d-do this anymore,” you choke out, your voice breaking as the tears hit hard and fast. You try to breathe, but the sob catches in your throat. You’re crying now—a lot—and every word comes out warped and trembling. You mean it. You don’t know how much longer you can keep holding yourself together like this.
“Hey, hey, $name,” he says quickly, voice suddenly sharper with worry. “It’s going to be okay. I’m coming over, alright? Just… don’t do anything stupid. Give me ten minutes.”
[[Tell him not to come over.|tell hm not to come dr]]
[[Tell him thanks.|thx dr]]
[[Say nothing.|say nothing I'm coming over dr]]"I just… I just wanted to hear your voice, man," you admit honestly. His voice brings a comfort you can’t quite explain—a warm glow in your chest, slowly filling the hollow ache inside.
"I… I can come over if you want," he offers gently.
You hesitate, unsure if you want to trouble him this late.
[[Yes.|y dr]]
[[No.|n dr]]“Y-yeah… yes…” you mumble, barely holding the phone steady. Your voice cracks, thick with tears and liquor. “I could really use your company right now…”
“Okay,” he says quickly—and you’re grateful. No sigh, no protest, no judgement. Just… okay. What a decent bloke.
“I’ll be there in ten.”
And with that, he hangs up.
[[Ten minutes later...]]“N-no...” you stutter, voice low. “I... I don't want to burden you right now…”
“I won't take 'no' for an answer,” he says quickly—and you’re glad. No sigh, no protest, no lecture. Just… okay. What a decent bloke. “I’ll be there in ten.”
And with that, he hangs up.
[[Ten minutes later...]]“I… I don’t know,” you whisper, voice slurred and shaky. The words taste bitter. You want him here, you need him.
“I’m coming over,” he says softly, no hesitation. “Just give me ten minutes, yeah?”
[Ten minutes later…]You say nothing. You're too drunk to say anything properly anyway.
"I'll... I'll be right there. Just… hold on for ten minutes. It's gonna be okay, $name,” And with that, he hangs up.
[[Ten minutes later...]]You say nothing.
“I, uh…” he begins, faltering. There’s a pause—he doesn’t seem to know what to say next. “I… I’ll come over, okay? I just… I don’t want you to be alone right now.”
Hearing those words from him… it makes things feel just a little lighter. Just knowing there’s someone out there who’d come to you this late at night—just from a phone call.
[[Tell him not to come over.|tell hm not to come dr]]
[[Tell him thanks.|thx dr]]
[[Say nothing.|say nothing I'm coming over dr]]“N-nngh... c-c-can you come over?” you slur, your voice shaking, thick with tears and too much alcohol. You hiccup, wiping at your wet cheeks with the back of your hand. “I-I didn’t wanna bother you, but I… I can’t do this alone...”
“I’m coming over,” he says without hesitation, voice low and steady. "Just give me ten minutes.”
And with that, he hangs up.
[[Ten minutes later...]]“I don’t wanna be alone, man…” you choke out, voice cracking as the words tumble free. They’re slurred, soaked in booze and tears, barely making it past the lump in your throat. You’re crying now — not the pretty kind either. Messy, broken sobs, like something inside you’s splintering.
It’s so quiet. Too quiet. The silence presses in on you, thick and cruel, while your thoughts scream over one another, deafening. You just need someone — anyone — to shut it all up, just for a bit. Just be there.
“I’ll come over,” he says instantly. No hesitation. No judgement. Just calm, solid ground while you’re drowning.
[[Tell him not to come over.|tell hm not to come dr]]
[[Tell him thanks.|thx dr]]
[[Say nothing.|say nothing I'm coming over dr]]“N-no, d-don’t come over…” you mumble, your voice trailing off, thick with drunken regret. “It’s too late. I don’t want to bother you.”
“I’m coming over,” he says firmly. “I don’t care how late it is. Just… hold on for ten minutes,” And with that, he hangs up.
[[Ten minutes later...]]“…T-thank you,” you whisper, barely audible.
“Alright. See you soon,” he says, and then the line goes dead.
[[Ten minutes later...]]You say nothing. You're too drunk to say anything properly anyway.
"Just… hold on for ten minutes. It's gonna be okay, $name,” And with that, he hangs up.
[[Ten minutes later...]]"I just… I g-guess wanted to hear your voice, man," you admit honestly. His voice brings a comfort you can’t quite explain—a warm glow in your chest, slowly filling the hollow ache inside.
"I… I can come over if you want," he offers gently.
You hesitate, unsure if you want to trouble him this late.
[[Yes.|y dr]]
[[No.|n dr]]"N-no… I-I d-don't know why I c-called, man," you admit honestly.
"I… I can come over if you want? I won't say anything. I just... I refuse to leave you alone like this," he offers gently.
You hesitate, unsure if you want to trouble him this late.
[[Yes.|y dr]]
[[No.|n dr]]You drag yourself up from the sofa and shuffle toward the door. Your body protests with every step, but you twist the handle and slowly pull it open.
Luther’s face greets you—wide-eyed and knotted with worry.
His blue eyes search yours, anxious, almost pleading. His dirty-blonde hair is tousled, clearly thrown into disarray by his rush to get here. The stark white of the hallway lights paints his pale skin in cold tones, making him look almost ghostlike.
“$name…” he says, voice soft and unmistakably high, that usual girlish lilt trembling on your name. He just stands there—small, delicate, that tiny waist of his catching your attention in a way it never had before.
“Luther…” you murmur, unsure what to say.
Then, without warning, he steps forward and buries his head in your chest. His arms wrap around you, holding on tightly. And somehow, the sadness clawing inside you begins to melt—slowly, quietly, piece by piece.
[[Hug him.]]
[[Don’t hug him back.]]You stay where you are. He’s had a copy of your key for years—long before Maddy ever came into the picture.
‘$name… I’m here…’ His voice comes through the door, low and unsure, like he’s not even certain you can hear him.
[[Let him use his key and come in on his own.]]
[[Force yourself to get up and open the door.]]You stay where you are, deciding to let him use the key you gave him long ago. “$name… I’m coming in,” he says just a second before the door lock clicks and the door swings open.
[[Look at him.]]
[[Don’t look at him.]]Against your will, you drag yourself up from the sofa and shuffle toward the door. Your body protests with every step, but you twist the handle and slowly pull it open.
Luther’s face greets you—wide-eyed and knotted with worry.
His blue eyes search yours, anxious, almost pleading. His dirty-blonde hair is tousled, clearly thrown into disarray by his rush to get here. The stark white of the hallway lights paints his pale skin in cold tones, making him look almost ghostlike.
“$name…” he says, voice soft and unmistakably high, that usual girlish lilt trembling on your name. He just stands there—small, delicate, that tiny waist of his catching your attention in a way it never had before.
“Luther…” you murmur, unsure what to say.
Then, without warning, he steps forward and buries his head in your chest. His arms wrap around you, holding on tightly. And somehow, the sadness clawing inside you begins to melt—slowly, quietly, piece by piece.
[[Hug him.]]
[[Don’t hug him back.]]You hug him back, burying your nose in his hair. He smells good—warm, soft, safe. His body radiates comfort, so much so you could fall asleep right here, wrapped around him.
But you don’t. You know he wouldn’t let you, even if he wanted to. He doesn’t have the strength to carry you to bed. He needs you awake.
[[Lean your full weight on him.]]
[[Stay steady.]]You don’t hug him back. You just stand there, still and silent, letting yourself soak in the warmth radiating from him.
“Okay, $name,” he murmurs gently. “Let’s go inside.”
He guides you to the couch with quiet care, easing you down before settling beside you. Then, without a word, he wraps his arms around you again.
[[Lean into him.]]
[[Hug him back.]]
[[Do nothing.]]You look at him, watching him as he sits next to you before his blue eyes begin to search yours, anxious, almost pleading. His dirty-blonde hair is tousled, clearly thrown into disarray by his rush to get here. The stark white of the hallway lights paints his pale skin in cold tones, making him look almost ghostlike.
He crosses the room without a word and sits beside you. Then softly—“$name.” That’s all he says before slipping his arms around you.
He holds you tightly. And somehow, the weight pressing down on your chest begins to ease—slowly, quietly, like sadness melting into warmth.
[[Lean into him.]]
[[Hug him back.]]
[[Do nothing.]]You don’t look at him. You can’t. You’re too embarrassed for him to see you like this, even though you were the one who practically begged him to come.
He crosses the room without a word and sits beside you. Then softly—“$name.” That’s all he says before slipping his arms around you.
He holds you tightly. And somehow, the weight pressing down on your chest begins to ease—slowly, quietly, like sadness melting into warmth.
[[Lean into him.]]
[[Hug him back.]]
[[Do nothing.]]You stay steady, just standing there for a few seconds before he says: “Okay, $name, let’s go inside.”
He guides you to the couch with quiet care, easing you down before settling beside you. Then, without a word, he wraps his arms around you again.
[[Lean into him.]]
[[Hug him back.]]
[[Do nothing.]]You lean your full weight on him, and, being smaller than you, he stumbles back.
“Woah, woah,” he mutters, caught off guard as he braces himself, struggling to keep you both upright.
With surprising determination for someone so petite, he slowly guides you to the couch. He eases you down before sitting beside you and wrapping his arms around you.
[[Lean into him.]]
[[Hug him back.]]
[[Do nothing.]]You don’t hug him, but you lean in, letting your head rest against his shoulder. And for a moment, just a moment, you feel... almost whole.
[[Stay like that for a while.]]
[[Hug him back.]]
[[Pull away.]]You hug him back, feeling even warmer, safer. It’s as if he’s placed a bandage over the wound in your chest. It still hurts, still raw, but at least the bleeding has stopped.
[[Stay like that for a while.]]
[[Pull away.]]You do… nothing. You don’t move. You don’t speak. You don’t even think. You just let yourself be held in Luther’s arms.
And slowly… sleepiness begins to creep in. His warmth and presence are enough to lull you. If you don’t pull away now, you’ll fall asleep right here, in his arms.
[[Pull away.]]
[[Fall asleep.]]You decide to stay like that for a while, doing… nothing. You don’t move. You don’t speak. You don’t even think. You just let yourself be held in Luther’s arms.
And slowly… sleepiness begins to creep in. His warmth and presence are enough to lull you. If you don’t pull away now, you’ll fall asleep right here, in his arms.
[[Pull away.]]
[[Fall asleep.]]You shift away slightly, no longer content to just lie there. You need to talk and he knows it. His eyes are on you, wide and quietly anxious, but he doesn’t speak. He just waits. Silent. Still. Letting you begin talking.
[[Tell him Maddy broke up with you.]]
[[Tell him Maddy broke up with you — but it wasn’t your fault.]]
[[Tell him alcohol’s tearing your life apart.]]
[[Tell him you love alcohol — and you don’t want to stop, even if it’s destroying everything.]]You can’t hold on any longer this late at night. So you close your eyes. You know he won’t complain. Even if he’s uncomfortable, he won’t move. So you let the darkness take you, bit by bit, and drift off—resting in his arms.
“It’s gonna be okay, $name. It’s gonna be okay,” he whispers, just before sleep takes you, his fingers gently running through your hair, scratching lightly at your scalp.
[[The morning after...]]You wake up in his arms. You were expecting a hangover, but there’s nothing—it's as if him holding you cured you, healed you. And now you’re certain: you feel more than just friendship for him. Guy or not, he stirs something in you that your ex never did.
He wakes up, stretching while still holding you. His eyes open, and he looks at you.
“Oh, you’re awake. Morning, $name. How was your sleep?”
[[Good]]
[[Good… because you held me]]
[[Caress his cheek]]“Maddy broke up with me…”
“I figured,” he says softly, almost like he didn’t want to be right.
“It’s all my fault…”
He lets out a quiet sigh. “Let me guess—alcohol?”
You nod, eyes closing under the weight of it.
“Mate… when are you going to realise it’s tearing your life apart?”
[[Are you serious right now?]]
[[I know. I can’t stop.]]
[[I need you to comfort me, not lecture me.]]
[[You don't understand...]]“Maddy broke up with me… but it wasn’t my fault.”
“Right,” he says—soft, but laced with sarcasm.
You turn to face him, a flicker of anger rising in your voice. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
He sighs, quietly. The kind of sigh that says he’s tired of having this conversation.
“Let me guess—alcohol was the reason?”
You nod, your eyes shutting for a moment under the weight of it all.
“Mate… when are you going to see it’s tearing your life apart?”
[[Are you serious right now?]]
[[I know. I can’t stop.]]
[[I need you to comfort me, not lecture me.]]
[[You don't understand...]]“Alcohol… Alcohol’s tearing my life apart.”
“…It is,” he says, voice barely above a whisper—like he hates being right.
“I just… I can’t stop, man. I can’t.”
He looks at you, something pained flickering behind his eyes. “But you have to,” he says—quiet, but firm.
Then he softens, rubbing his hands over his face like he’s trying to scrape the stress off. “Sorry… sorry,” he mutters. “But… mate, I’m worried about you. Worried sick. And I’m not saying this to make things worse. I’m saying it because I—”
He pauses, blinking, as if the next word surprises even him.
“Because I love you.”
His eyes widen, like he didn’t mean to let that slip.
You’ve known each other for years. But you’ve never said that word out loud. Not like that. Not about each other.
[[Love?]]
[[I'm sorry for being such a disappointment.]]
[[I'm sorry for being such a disappointment, I guess.]]“Alcohol… Alcohol’s tearing my life apart. But I don't want to stop It's... it's the only thing that numbs my shit life.”
“…But you have to,” he says, voice barely above a whisper.
“I just… I can’t though, Luther. I can’t.”
He looks at you, something pained flickering behind his eyes. “But you have to,” he says again—quiet, but firm.
“Sorry… sorry. I know... I know how hard it can be to quit an addiction,” he mutters, rubbing his hands over his face. “But… mate, I’m worried about you. Worried sick. And I’m not saying this to make things worse. I’m saying it because I—”
He pauses, blinking, as if the next word surprises even him.
“Because I love you.”
His eyes widen, like he didn’t mean to let that slip.
You’ve known each other for years. But you’ve never said that word out loud. Not like that. Not about each other.
[[Love?]]
[[I'm sorry for being such a disappointment.]]
[[I'm sorry for being such a disappointment, I guess.]]
[[You know how hard addictions can be?]]“Are you serious right now?” You turn to face him, disappointment etched across your face. He chose now to bring that up—when the girl you loved with everything just walked out of your life.
He sighs and shuts his eyes. For a second, you catch it—the way his brow tightens, the flicker of anger. He tries to cover it, smoothing his face into something calmer. Controlled. But you saw it.
“Sorry… sorry,” he mutters, rubbing his hands over his face. “But… mate, I’m worried about you. Worried sick. And I’m not saying this to make things worse. I’m saying it because I—”
He pauses, blinking, as if the next word surprises even him.
“Because I love you.”
His eyes widen, like he didn’t mean to let that slip.
You’ve known each other for years. But you’ve never said that word out loud. Not like that. Not about each other.
[[Love?]]
[[I'm sorry for being such a disappointment.]]
[[I'm sorry for being such a disappointment, I guess.]]“I need you to comfort me, not lecture me,” You turn to face him, disappointment etched across your face. He chose now to bring that up—when the girl you loved with everything just walked out of your life.
He sighs and shuts his eyes. For a second, you catch it—the way his brow tightens, the flicker of anger. He tries to cover it, smoothing his face into something calmer. Controlled. But you saw it.
“Sorry… sorry,” he mutters, rubbing his hands over his face. “But… mate, I’m worried about you. Worried sick. And I’m not saying this to make things worse. I’m saying it because I—”
He pauses, blinking, as if the next word surprises even him.
“Because I love you.”
His eyes widen, like he didn’t mean to let that slip.
You’ve known each other for years. But you’ve never said that word out loud. Not like that. Not about each other.
[[Love?]]
[[I'm sorry for being such a disappointment.]]
[[I'm sorry for being such a disappointment, I guess.]]“I know. I can't stop,” You turn to face him, disappointment etched across your face. He chose now to bring that up—when the girl you loved with everything just walked out of your life.
He sighs and shuts his eyes. For a second, you catch it—the way his brow tightens, the flicker of anger. He tries to cover it, smoothing his face into something calmer. Controlled. But you saw it.
“Sorry… sorry. I know... I know how hard it can be to quit an addiction,” he mutters, rubbing his hands over his face. “But… mate, I’m worried about you. Worried sick. And I’m not saying this to make things worse. I’m saying it because I—”
He pauses, blinking, as if the next word surprises even him.
“Because I love you.”
His eyes widen, like he didn’t mean to let that slip.
You’ve known each other for years. But you’ve never said that word out loud. Not like that. Not about each other.
[[Love?]]
[[I'm sorry for being such a disappointment.]]
[[I'm sorry for being such a disappointment, I guess.]]
[[You know how hard addictions can be?]]“…Love?” you echo. “You… love me?”
He exhales, slow and heavy, closing his eyes like he’s trying to wrestle the moment back under control.
“I…” He pauses, searching for the right words. “Yes. Of course I love you. You’re my best mate. I’d do anything for you.”
His voice trembles slightly—frustration, maybe. Or pain.
“And do you know how hard it’s been? Watching you tear yourself apart like this? It kills me, mate. It kills me to see your life unravel over a bloody bottle. I can’t stand by and watch it anymore, $name. I just… I can’t.”
[[Are you going to leave me if I don’t stop drinking?]]
[[Okay… I’ll try to get better.]]
[[But it’s so hard to quit now that Maddy broke up with me.]]"I'm sorry for being such a disappointment…" you murmur, a frown tugging at your lips.
"$name, you're not a disappointment. Never have been. Never will be," he says firmly, voice soft but steady.
"Stop lying to me," you snap, eyes stinging.
"I'm not." He exhales sharply. "Look… maybe I hate what you're doing with alcohol. Maybe it makes me feel sick. But I’ve never been disappointed in you, not once. But $name, you have to change. You can't keep doing this forever. You’re one of the most important people in my life." You already knew your feelings were mutual, but hearing it aloud still hits you hard.
"And I wanna tell you that, no matter what, I'll always be here for you."
[[Why?]]
[[What if I betrayed you?]]
[[What if I kissed you?]]"I'm sorry for being such a disappointment, I guess." you mumble, annoyed.
"$name, you're not a disappointment. Never have been. Never will be," he says firmly, voice soft but steady.
"Yeah, right," you snap, eyes stinging.
"I'm serious," He exhales sharply. "Look… maybe I hate what you're doing with alcohol. Maybe it makes me feel sick. But I’ve never been disappointed in you, not once. But $name, you have to change. You can't keep doing this forever. You’re one of the most important people in my life." You already knew your feelings were mutual, but hearing it aloud still hits you hard.
"And I wanna tell you that, no matter what, I'll always be here for you."
[[Why?]]
[[What if I betrayed you?]]
[[What if I kissed you?]]"Are you going to leave me if I don’t stop drinking?" you ask, the fear slipping into your voice before you can stop it. You already lost your girlfriend—are you about to lose one of the only other people who truly matter to you?
He doesn’t hesitate. He cups your cheeks with both hands, gently turning your face towards his.
"$name, you’re one of the most important people in my life."
You already knew your feelings were mutual, but hearing it aloud still hits you hard.
"There’s nothing you could do that’d make me leave you."
[[Why?]]
[[What if I betrayed you?]]
[[What if I kissed you?]]"Okay... I'll try to get better," you say, despite knowing how hard it's gonna be. Change is never easy.
"...Promise?"
"...Promise." You say, hoping you can keep it.
He doesn’t hesitate. He cups your cheeks with both hands, gently turning your face towards his.
"$name, you’re one of the most important people in my life." You already knew your feelings were mutual, but hearing it aloud still hits you hard.
"I just... I wanna tell you that, no matter what, I'll always be here for you."
[[Why?]]
[[What if I betrayed you?]]
[[What if I kissed you?]]"But it's so hard to quit now that Maddy broke up with me," you protest. Change is never easy, especially not right now.
"Maybe, but I'm gonna be here through all of it. $name, you have to change. You can't keep doing this forever. You’re one of the most important people in my life." You already knew your feelings were mutual, but hearing it aloud still hits you hard.
"I just... I wanna tell you that, no matter what, I'll always be here for you."
[[Why?]]
[[What if I betrayed you?]]
[[What if I kissed you?]]“You know how hard addictions can be?”
“I… yeah, I do.” He pauses, the words heavy on his tongue before he finally lets them slip out. “I used to be addicted to something too. Doesn’t matter what it was. What matters is… there’s a way out, $name. And unlike me, you don’t have to go through it alone.”
[[“Why didn’t you ever tell me?”]]"You don't undestand," you complain, knowing that you're right. He has no idea what an addiction feels like.
He closes his eyes, thinking whether he should even say what's on his mind. “I know how hard it can be to quit an addiction,” he mutters, rubbing his hands over his face. “Mate, I’m worried about you. Worried sick. And I’m not saying this to make things worse. I’m saying it because I—”
He pauses, blinking, as if the next word surprises even him.
“Because I love you.”
His eyes widen, like he didn’t mean to let that slip.
You’ve known each other for years. But you’ve never said that word out loud. Not like that. Not about each other.
[[Love?]]
[[I'm sorry for being such a disappointment.]]
[[I'm sorry for being such a disappointment, I guess.]]
[[You know how hard addictions can be?]]"Why?" You ask.
"Why what?"
"Why won’t you leave me… no matter what?"
He doesn’t answer straight away.
"...Because I care about you. Because I love you. You’re my best friend."
"You’ve said that already," you press. "But why?"
He exhales slowly, eyes drifting.
"I dunno. I guess… that’s what best friends are for?"
[[Best mates?]]
[[Is that it?]]"What if I betrayed you?" you ask quietly.
He looks at you, brow furrowing. "What do you mean? How could you betray me?"
[[I’ll keep drinking.]]
[[What if I stole something from you?]]
[[What if I outed you?]]
[[What if I found someone else to be my best friend?]]"What if I kissed you?"
"What?" His eyes go wide, caught off guard.
You hold his gaze, steady this time. "What if I kissed you?" you repeat.
He blinks, flustered. "I… no—I mean, no, I wouldn’t leave you," he stammers, words tripping over themselves as your question sinks in.
[[Kiss him.]]
[[Lean in.]]
[[Prove it.]]"Best mates?" you ask, voice quieter than you meant it to be.
He hesitates, eyes flicking away for a moment. Then, with a reluctant nod, he mutters, "Yeah… I guess."
[[Just best mates?]]
[[Why not more than that?]]"Is that it?" you ask, voice quieter than you meant it to be.
He hesitates, eyes flicking away for a moment. Then he mutters, "I... What do you mean?"
[[Just best mates?]]
[[Why not more than that?]]"What if I stole something from you" you ask, and he can't help but smile slightly at your absurd question.
"What… why would you…?" he trails off as he giggles. "I mean… I guess I'd be sad. But not because you stole something from me, but because you didn't trust me enough to just ask."
He drops his gaze, swallowing hard.
"So, yes. Yes, I’d still be here. I’d still be there for you, even if you stole something from me. There's very little I wouldn't give for you."
[[Why?]]
[[What if I kissed you?]]"What if I outed you?"
He blinks, staring at you like he must’ve misheard. "What?"
You repeat, quieter this time. "What if I told everyone you’re gay?"
He pauses, then lets out a soft sigh. "$name… everyone knows I’m gay. We just… don’t talk about it." He runs a hand through his hair, gaze dropping for a moment. "But yeah, I get what you mean." He looks back up at you, voice calm but serious. "If you did that to hurt me—whether it worked or not—I’d be devastated. So… please don’t. Alright?"
[[Prove it.|prove that you're gay]]
[[Kiss him.]]
[[Ask him to kiss you.]]"I’ll keep drinking…" you mutter, almost defiantly.
He goes still, breath hitching. "I… I guess that is a form of betrayal," he says quietly. You’re not just hurting yourself—you’re hurting me, too." A pause. Then his voice hardens with something like finality. "No. I can’t do this anymore, $name. You have to change. If you won’t… I just— I can’t do this anymore."
"Do what?" you ask, even though you already know.
"Watch you destroy your life like this."
"And what are you gonna do about it?" you challenge, eyes locked on his.
He breaks. Voice small. "…I don’t know. What can I do?"
[[Shut my mouth.]]
[[Kiss me.]]"What if I found someone else to be my best friend?" you ask, the words sharper than you intended. You instantly regret it as you watch sadness cloud his face—his stupidly adorable face—and the guilt hits you like a punch to the gut.
"What… why would you…?" he trails off, voice barely above a whisper. "I mean… I guess I'd be sad. For a while. For a long while."
He drops his gaze, swallowing hard, then looks back at you, eyes pleading.
"Please don’t. But even if you did find someone else… I’d still be here. I’d still be there for you."
[[Why?]]
[[What if I kissed you?]]"Just best mates?"
"What do you mean?" He asks, confused.
"Come on..."
He doesn’t answer right away. He’s quiet—thinking. Not because he doubts you, exactly, but because he’s trying to work it out in his head. Whether he can trust your feelings in this moment. Whether they’ll still be there tomorrow. He believes you mean what you're saying… but that’s not the same as it being true.
He’s not done doing the maths yet. He’s weighing it all—what it would mean to have you, and what it would cost if it went wrong. The risk. The fallout. The want.
Finally, he looks at you, a little suspicious.
“How long have you felt like this?” he asks.
[[Since just now.]]
[[For a few weeks.]]
[[For a few months.]]
[[For a few years.]]"Why not more than that?"
"What do you mean?" He asks, confused.
"Come on..."
He doesn’t answer right away. He’s quiet—thinking. Not because he doubts you, exactly, but because he’s trying to work it out in his head. Whether he can trust your feelings in this moment. Whether they’ll still be there tomorrow. He believes you mean what you're saying… but that’s not the same as it being true.
He’s not done doing the maths yet. He’s weighing it all—what it would mean to have you, and what it would cost if it went wrong. The risk. The fallout. The want.
Finally, he looks at you, a little suspicious.
“How long have you felt like this?” he asks.
[[Since just now.]]
[[For a few weeks.]]
[[For a few months.]]
[[For a few years.]]You close your eyes before closing the distance between you and pressing your lips to his.
He gasps—surprised—but doesn’t move away. Instead, his eyes flutter shut as he returns the kiss. Just once. A soft, fleeting thing. Then he pulls back, gaze uncertain.
"$name… I don’t… I don’t think we should."
[[Ask if he doesn’t feel the same way.]]You lean in, just inches from his face. His breath ghosts over your lips, and for a second, the world goes quiet.
"What if…" you whisper.
"$name, what are you doing?" he asks, voice tight, uncertain.
"What if I… kissed you?" you murmur, eyes flicking between his and his mouth.
He shifts back slightly, visibly flustered. "Look, you’re drunk. And I just— I don’t think this is a good idea. Maybe you should get some sleep."
[[I’m not drunk anymore.]]
[[Ask if he doesn’t feel the same way.]]"Prove it."
He sighs, before he closes his eyes as he closes the distance between you, pressing his lips to yours.
You return the kiss. Just once. A soft, fleeting thing. Then he pulls back, gaze uncertain.
"$name… I don’t… I don’t think we should."
[[Ask if he doesn’t feel the same way.]]"Shut my mouth." you say, voice low but certain.
"W-what?" He lets out a nervous laugh, eyes wide. "What did you just say? What do you... what do you mean by that?"
"You heard me. And you know what I mean." You don’t look away.
He runs a hand through his hair, clearly rattled. "Where did that even come from? Haha—like, seriously… where did that come from?"
[[From my feelings for you.]]
[[From being drunk.]]
[[Just do it.]]"Kiss me," you say, voice low but certain.
"W-what?" He lets out a nervous laugh, eyes wide. "What did you just say?"
"You heard me. Kiss me." You don’t look away.
He runs a hand through his hair, clearly rattled. "Where did that even come from? Haha—like, seriously… where did that come from?"
[[From my feelings for you.]]
[[From being drunk.]]
[[Just do it.]]"Prove it." you say, voice low but certain.
"W-what?" He lets out a nervous laugh, eyes wide. "What did you just say?"
"You heard me. Prove it." You don’t look away.
He runs a hand through his hair, clearly rattled. "Where did that even come from? Haha—like, seriously… where did that come from?"
[[From my feelings for you.]]
[[From being drunk.]]
[[Just do it.]]"Kiss me," you say, voice low but certain.
"W-what?" He lets out a nervous laugh, eyes wide. "What did you just say?"
"You heard me. Kiss me." You don’t look away.
He runs a hand through his hair, clearly rattled. "Where did that even come from? Haha—like, seriously… where did that come from?"
[[From my feelings for you.]]
[[From being drunk.]]
[[Just do it.]]"I’m not drunk anymore," you murmur, voice low but steady, before closing the distance between you and pressing your lips to his.
He gasps—surprised—but doesn’t move away. Instead, his eyes flutter shut as he returns the kiss. Just once. A soft, fleeting thing. Then he pulls back, gaze uncertain.
‘$Name… I don’t… I don’t think we should.’
[[Ask if he doesn’t feel the same way.]]"What... you don't feel the same way?" You ask, a bit hurt.
He doesn’t answer right away. He’s quiet—thinking. Not because he doubts you, exactly, but because he’s trying to work it out in his head. Whether he can trust your feelings in this moment. Whether they’ll still be there tomorrow. He believes you mean what you're saying… but that’s not the same as it being true.
He’s not done doing the maths yet. He’s weighing it all—what it would mean to have you, and what it would cost if it went wrong. The risk. The fallout. The want.
Finally, he looks at you, a little suspicious.
“How long have you felt like this?” he asks.
[[Since just now.]]
[[For a few weeks.]]
[[For a few months.]]
[[For a few years.]]"From my feelings for you," you say, voice quiet but deliberate.
He stares at you, blinking. "What… what do you mean?" he asks, confused—but you can tell he already has a pretty good idea.
[[I like you.]]
[[I love you.]]
[[I'm just bored.]]
[[I just want to have some fun.]]"From being drunk," you reply, though you know it’s not entirely true. You're not sober, no—but you're aware. You know exactly what you’re doing.
He shifts back slightly, visibly flustered. "Look, you’re drunk. And I just— I don’t think this is a good idea. Maybe you should get some sleep."
[[I’m not really drunk anymore.|im not drunk anymore]]
[[Ask if he doesn’t feel the same way.]]"Just do it."
He doesn’t answer right away. He’s quiet—thinking. Not because he doubts you, exactly, but because he’s trying to work it out in his head. Whether he can trust your feelings in this moment. Whether they’ll still be there tomorrow. He believes you mean what you're saying… but that’s not the same as it being true.
He’s not done doing the maths yet. He’s weighing it all—what it would mean to have you, and what it would cost if it went wrong. The risk. The fallout. The want.
Finally, he looks at you, a little suspicious.
“How long have you felt like this?” he asks.
[[Since just now.]]
[[For a few weeks.]]
[[For a few months.]]
[[For a few years.]]"I like you," you say, barely above a whisper.
He freezes, as if the words physically stopped him.
"Like me...? No... no. No, you don't."
[[But I do.|but i do like you]]
[[Are you seriously telling me what I’m feeling?|r u srs telling me what i'm feeling - like]]
[[Then let me prove it.|let me prove it like,]]"I love you," you say, barely above a whisper.<<set $love to 'y'>>
He freezes, as if the words physically stopped him.
"No... no. No, you don't."
[[But I do.]]
[[Are you seriously telling me what I’m feeling?]]
[[Then let me prove it.]]"I’m just bored," you say with a shrug, though the words taste like a lie. Truth is, you meant it. You do want to kiss him—really kiss him. The thought of feeling his lips brush against yours makes your chest ache.
He raises an eyebrow, trying to play it cool, but there’s a flicker of something—hurt?
"Wow. So… you just want to kiss me because you’re bored?"
[[Yes.| I want to kiss you because I’m bored.]]
[[No.| I want to kiss you, but not because I’m bored.]]
[[I don’t know what I’m doing.]]"I just want to have some fun," you say, though the words taste like a lie. Truth is, you meant it. You do want to kiss him—really kiss him. And not just for fun. The thought of feeling his lips brush against yours makes your chest ache.
He raises an eyebrow, trying to play it cool, but there’s a flicker of something—hurt?
"Wow. So… you just want to kiss me because you 'want to have some fun'?"
[[Yes.| I want to kiss you because I’m bored.]]
[[No.| I want to kiss you, but not because I’m bored.]]
[[I don’t know what I’m doing.]]"I'm not even drunk anymore," you protest.
"But you just said—" He cuts himself off, frustrated. "Look, you don't know what you're saying. You're drunk, and... and hurt... and maybe even just bored..."
[[Yes.| I want to kiss you because I’m bored.]]
[[No.| I want to kiss you, but not because I’m bored.]]
[[I don’t know what I’m doing.]]"I don't know what I'm doing," you admit, your voice unsteady.
"What the... Look, $name, I really think it's best if you just go to bed," he says, nostrils flaring as he takes a step back.
[[Kiss him.]]
[[Go to bed.]]"I want to kiss you because I'm bored," you admit, your voice unsteady.
"What the... Look, $name, I really think it's best if you just go to bed," he says, nostrils flaring as he takes a step back.
[[Kiss him.]]
[[Go to bed.]]"I want to kiss you, but not because I'm bored." you admit, your voice unsteady.
"What the... Look, $name, I really think it's best if you just go to bed," he says, nostrils flaring as he takes a step back.
[[Kiss him.]]
[[Go to bed.]]"But I do love you" you protest.
He doesn’t answer right away—just stares, searching your face.
"...How do I know this isn't just the alcohol talking? Or the hurt? Or both?"
[[I've felt like this for a while.|I've felt like this for a while. love]]
[[You don’t. You just have to trust me.|You don’t. You just have to trust me. love]]"Are you seriously telling me what I'm feeling?" you snap, voice sharper than you intended.
He doesn’t answer right away—just stares, searching your face.
"...How do I know this isn't just the alcohol talking? Or the hurt? Or both?"
[[I've felt like this for a while.|I've felt like this for a while. love]]
[[You don’t. You just have to trust me.|You don’t. You just have to trust me. love]]“Then let me prove it.”
“How?”
You don’t think. You just move—instinct guiding you more than intent. You lean in, close enough to feel the warmth of his breath against your lips—then you kiss him. Soft but certain. His hand finds your cheek, and he kisses you back. Just once. One perfect, aching moment.
But then he pulls away.
“$name… I’m not sure about this,” he murmurs, his blue eyes shadowed with doubt.
[[Why not?|Why not? love]]
[[Then tell me you don’t feel the same.|Then tell me you don’t feel the same. love]]"But I do like you" you protest.
He doesn’t answer right away—just stares, searching your face.
"...How do I know this isn't just the alcohol talking? Or the hurt? Or both?"
[[I've felt like this for a while.]]
[[You don’t. You just have to trust me.]]"Are you seriously telling me what I'm feeling?" you snap, voice sharper than you intended.
He doesn’t answer right away—just stares, searching your face.
"...How do I know this isn't just the alcohol talking? Or the hurt? Or both?"
[[I've felt like this for a while.]]
[[You don’t. You just have to trust me.]]“Then let me prove it.”
“How?”
You don’t think. You just move—instinct guiding you more than intent. You lean in, close enough to feel the warmth of his breath against your lips—then you kiss him. Soft but certain. His hand finds your cheek, and he kisses you back. Just once. One perfect, aching moment.
But then he pulls away.
“$name… I’m not sure about this,” he murmurs, his blue eyes shadowed with doubt.
[[Why not?]]
[[Then tell me you don’t feel the same.]]“I’ve felt like this for a while,” you confess, your voice low. You reach out, brushing your fingers gently along his cheek.
His eyes search yours. “How long?” he asks, almost afraid of the answer. “How long have you liked me? And… why?”
[[Since just now.]]
[[For a few weeks.]]
[[For a few months.]]
[[For a few years.]]"You don't. You just have to trust me."
He pauses, thinking. The question still hangs in his mind—Is it the alcohol? Maybe it is. Maybe it isn’t.
But then again, alcohol doesn’t invent feelings. It just strips away the walls—tears down the anxiety that usually holds you back from acting on something you already feel.
It doesn’t create lust, or affection, or whatever this is.
It only silences the fear.
He swallows. “Okay. Okay, I… prove it.”
You don’t think. You just move—instinct guiding you more than intent. You lean in, close enough to feel the warmth of his breath against your lips—then you kiss him. Soft but certain. His hand finds your cheek, and he kisses you back. Just once. One perfect, aching moment.
But then he pulls away.
“$name… I’m not sure about this,” he murmurs, his blue eyes shadowed with doubt.
[[Why not?]]
<<if $a1 is 'yes'>><<else>>[[Then tell me you don’t feel the same.]]<</if>>“Why not?” you ask, voice barely above a whisper.
“Because…” he hesitates, eyes flicking away. “Because I don’t want you to wake up tomorrow and regret this. Regret me. I don’t want us to ruin what we’ve built. This friendship—everything we’ve been through… it means too much to throw away on a moment like this.”
[[We won’t. You have my word.]]
[[It’s going to take a lot more than a kiss to ruin what we have.]]
[[Fine. Then let me sleep on it. If I feel the same tomorrow, we talk.]]“Then tell me you don’t feel the same,” you say, almost accusing, your voice tight.<<set $a1 to 'yes'>>
He stares at his hands. Silent.
“Go on,” you push. “Tell me you don’t feel what I feel.”
His eyes lift to yours. “No,” he says softly. “No, you don’t understand. Because what I feel... it’s more than just liking you. It’s deeper. And if we do this—if we go there—and you wake up thinking it was a mistake... I don’t think I could handle that.”
He pauses, then adds, quieter still, “How do I know this isn’t just the alcohol talking? Or the hurt? Or both?”
[[I've felt like this for a while.]]
[[You don’t. You just have to trust me.]]“We won’t. You have my word.”
He doesn’t answer right away. He’s quiet—thinking. Not because he doubts you, exactly, but because he’s trying to work it out in his head. Whether he can trust your feelings in this moment. Whether they’ll still be there tomorrow. He believes you mean what you're saying… but that’s not the same as it being true.
He’s not done doing the maths yet. He’s weighing it all—what it would mean to have you, and what it would cost if it went wrong. The risk. The fallout. The want.
Finally, he looks at you, a little suspicious.
“How long have you felt like this?” he asks.
[[Since just now.]]
[[For a few weeks.]]
[[For a few months.]]
[[For a few years.]]“It’s going to take more than a kiss to ruin what we have,” you murmur, your voice steady—even as the urge to kiss him pulses hotter by the second, rising like a fire you can no longer contain.
He searches your face, uncertain. “How can you be so sure?”
You lean in slightly. “I can prove it.”
His brow furrows, concern not yet giving way. “How?”
You don’t answer with words.
[[Kiss him.|kiss him 2]]“Fine. Let me sleep on it. If I feel the same tomorrow, we talk,” you say, voice sharp with finality.
“Alright. Deal. Come on,” he murmurs, taking your hand and guiding you toward the bedroom. Then he hesitates. “Do you… uh…”
You glance back. “Yes?”
He swallows. “...Forget it.”
[[Press him to say it.]]
[[Let it go and move on.]]“Since just now,” you reply, honest and a little raw.
“I… wow. Okay.” He exhales slowly, and you can hear the worry threading through his voice. “Look, you need sleep, okay? Sleep, and we’ll talk about it tomorrow.”
The way he says it—gentle but firm—feels like a door being quietly shut. But not locked.
“Fine. Let me sleep on it. If I feel the same tomorrow, we talk,” you say, voice sharp with finality.
“Alright. Deal. Come on,” he murmurs, taking your hand and guiding you toward the bedroom. Then he hesitates. “Do you… uh…”
You glance back. “Yes?”
He swallows. “...Forget it.”
[[Press him to say it.]]
[[Let it go and move on.]]“For a few weeks,” you admit, the words falling out quieter than you expected.
There’s a beat of silence. Then, his voice—lower now, almost challenging.
“…Fine then. Prove it.”
[[Kiss him.|kiss>sex]]“For a few months,” you admit, the words falling out quieter than you expected.
There’s a beat of silence. Then, his voice—lower now, almost challenging.
“…Fine then. Prove it.”
[[Kiss him.|kiss>sex]]“For a few years,” you admit, the words falling out quieter than you expected.
There’s a beat of silence. Then, his voice—lower now, almost challenging.
“…Fine then. Prove it.”
[[Kiss him.|kiss>sex]]You don’t think. You just move—instinct guiding you more than intent. You lean in, close enough to feel the warmth of his breath against your lips—then you kiss him. Soft but certain. His hand finds your cheek, and he kisses you back. Just once. One perfect, aching moment.
But then he pulls away.
“$name… I’m not sure about this,” he murmurs, his blue eyes shadowed with doubt.
[[Why not?]]
[[Then tell me you don’t feel the same.]]“I’ve felt like this for a while,” you confess, your voice low. You reach out, brushing your fingers gently along his cheek.
His eyes search yours. “How long?” he asks, almost afraid of the answer. “How long have you loved me? And… why?”
[[Since just now.]]
[[For a few weeks.]]
[[For a few months.]]
[[For a few years.]]"You don't. You just have to trust me."
He pauses, thinking. The question still hangs in his mind—Is it the alcohol? Maybe it is. Maybe it isn’t.
But then again, alcohol doesn’t invent feelings. It just strips away the walls—tears down the anxiety that usually holds you back from acting on something you already feel.
It doesn’t create lust, or affection, or whatever this is.
It only silences the fear.
He swallows. “Okay. Okay, I… prove it.”
You don’t think. You just move—instinct guiding you more than intent. You lean in, close enough to feel the warmth of his breath against your lips—then you kiss him. Soft but certain. His hand finds your cheek, and he kisses you back. Just once. One perfect, aching moment.
But then he pulls away.
“$name… I’m not sure about this,” he murmurs, his blue eyes shadowed with doubt.
[[Why not?|Why not? love]]
<<if $a2 is 'yes'>><<else>>[[Then tell me you don’t feel the same.|Then tell me you don’t feel the same. love]]<</if>>“Why not?” you ask, voice barely above a whisper.
“Because…” he hesitates, eyes flicking away. “Because I don’t want you to wake up tomorrow and regret this. Regret me. I don’t want us to ruin what we’ve built. This friendship—everything we’ve been through… it means too much to throw away on a moment like this.”
[[We won’t. You have my word.|We won’t. You have my word. love]]
[[It’s going to take a lot more than a kiss to ruin what we have.|It’s going to take a lot more than a kiss to ruin what we have. love]]
[[Fine. Then let me sleep on it. If I feel the same tomorrow, we talk.|Fine. Then let me sleep on it. If I feel the same tomorrow, we talk. love]]“Then tell me you don’t feel the same,” you say, almost accusing, your voice tight.<<set $a2 to 'yes'>>
He stares at his hands. Silent.
“Go on,” you push. “Tell me you don’t feel what I feel.”
His eyes lift to yours. “No,” he says softly. “No, you don’t understand. Because what I feel... it’s more than just liking you. It’s deeper. And if we do this—if we go there—and you wake up thinking it was a mistake... I don’t think I could handle that.”
He pauses, then adds, quieter still, “How do I know this isn’t just the alcohol talking? Or the hurt? Or both?”
[[I've felt like this for a while.|I've felt like this for a while. love]]
[[You don’t. You just have to trust me.|You don’t. You just have to trust me. love]]“We won’t. You have my word.”
He doesn’t answer right away. He’s quiet—thinking. Not because he doubts you, exactly, but because he’s trying to work it out in his head. Whether he can trust your feelings in this moment. Whether they’ll still be there tomorrow. He believes you mean what you're saying… but that’s not the same as it being true.
He’s not done doing the maths yet. He’s weighing it all—what it would mean to have you, and what it would cost if it went wrong. The risk. The fallout. The want.
Finally, he looks at you, a little suspicious.
“How long have you felt like this?” he asks.
[[Since just now.|Since now. love]]
[[For a few weeks.|For a few weeks. love]]
[[For a few months.|For a few months. love]]
[[For a few years.|For a few years. love]]“Fine. Let me sleep on it. If I feel the same tomorrow, we talk,” you say, voice sharp with finality.
“Alright. Deal. Come on,” he murmurs, taking your hand and guiding you toward the bedroom. Then he hesitates. “Do you… uh…”
You glance back. “Yes?”
He swallows. “...Forget it.”
[[Press him to say it.]]
[[Let it go and move on.]]“It’s going to take more than a kiss to ruin what we have,” you murmur, your voice steady—even as the urge to kiss him pulses hotter by the second, rising like a fire you can no longer contain.
He searches your face, uncertain. “How can you be so sure?”
You lean in slightly. “I can prove it.”
His brow furrows, concern not yet giving way. “How?”
You don’t answer with words.
[[Kiss him.|Kiss him. love]]“Since just now,” you reply, honest and a little raw.
“I… wow. Okay.” He exhales slowly, and you can hear the worry threading through his voice. “Look, you need sleep, okay? Sleep, and we’ll talk about it tomorrow.”
The way he says it—gentle but firm—feels like a door being quietly shut. But not locked.
“Fine. Let me sleep on it. If I feel the same tomorrow, we talk,” you say, voice sharp with finality.
“Alright. Deal. Come on,” he murmurs, taking your hand and guiding you toward the bedroom. Then he hesitates. “Do you… uh…”
You glance back. “Yes?”
He swallows. “...Forget it.”
[[Press him to say it.]]
[[Let it go and move on.]]“For a few weeks,” you admit, the words falling out quieter than you expected.
There’s a beat of silence. Then, his voice—lower now, almost challenging.
“…Fine then. Prove it.”
[[Kiss him.|kiss>sex]]“For a few months,” you admit, the words falling out quieter than you expected.
There’s a beat of silence. Then, his voice—lower now, almost challenging.
“…Fine then. Prove it.”
[[Kiss him.|kiss>sex]]“For a few years,” you admit, the words falling out quieter than you expected.
There’s a beat of silence. Then, his voice—lower now, almost challenging.
“…Fine then. Prove it.”
[[Kiss him.|kiss>sex]]You don’t think. You just move—instinct guiding you more than intent. You lean in, close enough to feel the warmth of his breath against your lips—then you kiss him. Soft but certain. His hand finds your cheek, and he kisses you back. Just once. One perfect, aching moment.
But then he pulls away.
“$name… I’m not sure about this,” he murmurs, his blue eyes shadowed with doubt.
[[Why not?|Why not? love]]
[[Then tell me you don’t feel the same.|Then tell me you don’t feel the same. love]]“Say it,” you press, narrowing your eyes.
He exhales, almost embarrassed. “Do you... need help changing? I mean, are you—” He cuts himself off, shaking his head. “Never mind. You’re sober enough to manage.”
[[Actually... I could use a hand.]]
[[Yeah. I’ve got it.]]You decide to let it go.
“Well... I’ll leave you to it, then. So you can change and get some sleep.” He hesitates, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’ll head home and... I guess I’ll see you tomorrow.”
[[Ask him to stay.]]
[[Tell him that’s alright.]]“Actually... I could use a hand,” you murmur.
“Alright. Arms up,” he says gently, and you obey, feeling the soft drag of fabric as he pulls your shirt over your head. His fingers brush your skin—brief, but noticeable.
“Okay, and... your trousers too, I guess.”
[[Yeah... my trousers.]]“Yeah. I’ve got it,” you say. He nods before giving a quick “Good night” and heading to bed.
[[Change into your pajamas]]
[[Sleep in your underwear]]“No, stay, please…” you quietly beg. “I… I want you to cuddle me,” you whisper softly. It wouldn’t be the first time he’s held you.
“Okay,” he says, and you both turn around to change into your pajamas—he has a pair at your place, and you have a pair at his, just in case you need to sleep at each other’s.
Once you’re done, you look at each other—you're in your usual blue pajamas, and he’s in light pink ones. He looks so cute, you think to yourself.
You slip under the blankets and turn around, and he spoons you from behind. “Good night, $name,” he murmurs, and before you know it, you drift off to sleep.
[[The next morning...->next moring waking up in his arms]]"It's alright," you reply.
He nods before giving a quick “Good night” and heading to bed.
[[Change into your pajamas]]
[[Sleep in your underwear]]“Yeah... my trousers,” you say, voice low.
He exhales softly, then reaches for your waistband. You feel the button pop open, the quiet rasp of the zipper, and then the slow slide as he pulls them down.
It’s nothing, really—just a simple act. But your mind spins it into something else, something warmer, heavier. You can’t help it. Your body reacts, blood rushing south, stiffening beneath your underwear.
His eyes flick down, widen for just a second—then go flat, neutral, like he saw nothing at all.
[[Apologise.|apologise for getting hard]]
[[Act like nothing happened.]]You act like nothing happened.
He watches you for a moment, then nods. “Alright... well, I’ll go now,” he says, stepping back.
[[Ask him to stay.|Stay now getting undressed.]]
[[Tell him that’s alright.|its alr]]“I’m, uh... I’m sorry,” you mumble, standing there in just your underwear, heat rising to your face.
He tilts his head slightly. “Sorry for what?” he asks, feigning innocence, though the flicker in his eyes betrays him.
[[“You know what.”]]
[[“Never mind.”]]“You know what.”
He gives a small shrug, eyes avoiding yours. “It’s fine, $name. We’re both guys. I get it.”
[[“Maybe you could... help me out with it.”]]
[[Let it go.]]“Never mind...” you murmur, eyes dropping.
He watches you for a moment, then nods. “Alright... well, I’ll go now,” he says, stepping back.
[[Ask him to stay.|Stay now getting undressed.]]
[[Tell him that’s alright.|its alr]]"It's alright," you say and watch as he leaves before saying a quick goodnight.
You get under the blankets and fall asleep.
...
You wake up to the feeling of being shaken. Opening your eyes, you see Luther’s looking back at you.
“Wake up, $name. You’ve been asleep for over 12 hours,” he says. Without thinking, you grab him, pulling him close as he snuggles into you.
“I…,” he starts, but pauses, lying back as you rest on his chest. You feel his hands thread through your hair.
Good thing you can’t fully control yourself—because this feels amazing.
“How was your sleep?” he asks.
[[Good|good bedroom]]
[[Good… because you held me|good bc u held me bedroom]]
[[Caress his cheek|caress his cheek bedroom]]<<set $underwear to 'true'>>“Actually... can you stay? I don’t want to be alone.”
He blinks, a little surprised, but then nods. “Uh, sure. I don’t have anything on tomorrow, so... why not? I’ll crash on the couch.”
[[“Could you sleep in my bed instead?”]]
[[“Okay.”|okay sleep on couch]]You decide to let it go.
“Alright... well, I’ll go now,” he says, stepping back.
[[Ask him to stay.|Stay now getting undressed.]]
[[Tell him that’s alright.|its alr]]"Maybe you could... help me out with it," you tease and watch as he flusters. But still, you decide to let it go.
“Alright... well, I’ll go now,” he says, stepping back.
[[Ask him to stay.|Stay now getting undressed.]]
[[Tell him that’s alright.|its alr]]“Could you sleep in my bed instead?” you quietly beg. “I… I want you to cuddle me,” you whisper softly. It wouldn’t be the first time he’s held you.
“Okay,” he says, and you both turn around to change into your pajamas—he has a pair at your place, and you have a pair at his, just in case you need to sleep at each other’s.
Once you’re done, you look at each other—you're in your usual blue pajamas, and he’s in light pink ones. He looks so cute, you think to yourself.
You slip under the blankets and turn around, and he spoons you from behind. “Good night, $name,” he murmurs, and before you know it, you drift off to sleep.
[[The next morning...->next moring waking up in his arms]]"Okay," you say and watch as he leaves before saying a quick goodnight.
You get under the blankets and fall asleep.
...
You wake up to the feeling of being shaken. Opening your eyes, you see Luther’s looking back at you.
“Wake up, $name. You’ve been asleep for over 12 hours,” he says. Without thinking, you grab him, pulling him close as he snuggles into you.
“I…,” he starts, but pauses, lying back as you rest on his chest. You feel his hands thread through your hair.
Good thing you can’t fully control yourself—because this feels amazing.
“How was your sleep?” he asks.
[[Good|good bedroom]]
[[Good… because you held me|good bc u held me bedroom]]
[[Caress his cheek|caress his cheek bedroom]]Get the full game by subscribing on Patreon or Boosty, or purchase it directly on Payhip. Links are in the description!
<<return "Go back.">>“Why didn’t you ever tell me?” you ask, genuinely confused. You always thought the two of you were closer than that.
“Because… I was embarrassed."
[[“You didn't need to.”]]
[[“You should be.”]]“You should be,” you reply, voice colder than you meant it to be.
He looks at you—surprised, maybe even a little hurt.
[[“Because you didn’t tell me.”]]
[[“Because unlike me, your life’s perfect.”]]“Because you didn’t tell me,” you add quickly, as if saying it faster might soften the blow. But it’s too late—you’ve already seen the flicker of pain in his eyes, just before his expression goes blank.
“…I know,” he whispers. “But… mate, I’m worried about <b>you</b>. Worried sick. And I’m not saying this to make things worse. I’m saying it because I—”
He pauses, blinking, as if the next word surprises even him.
“Because I love you.”
His eyes widen, like he didn’t mean to let that slip.
You’ve known each other for years. But you’ve never said that word out loud. Not like that. Not about each other.
[[Love?]]
[[I'm sorry for being such a disappointment.]]
[[I'm sorry for being such a disappointment, I guess.]]“Because unlike me, your life’s perfect.”
He looks down, a faint, bitter smile tugging at his lips. “Just because you don’t know about it doesn’t mean it’s not there.”
[[“What are you talking about?”]]
[[“You should have told me.”]]“What are you talking about?”
“…I won’t give you the whole story,” he murmurs, gaze distant. “But part of it was… being in love with someone you know will never feel the same.”
[[“Who is it?”]]
[[“That was the reason?”]]“You should have told me.”
“…I won’t give you the whole story,” he murmurs, gaze distant. “But part of it was… being in love with someone you know will never feel the same.”
[[“Who is it?”]]
[[“That was the reason?”]]"Who is it?"
"...I... I can't tell you that."
[[Why?|why cant you tell me]]
[[Is it me?]]
[[Can you give me a hint?]]"That was the reason?"
"Just part of it," he says quietly. "The rest… I'll tell you some other time."
[["Who is it?"]]"You didn’t need to," you say softly, trying to reassure him.
He lets out a faint breath. "Well… it’s over now anyway. Doesn’t matter."
"But why?" you ask, the words slipping out before you can stop them. "Your life’s perfect…"
He looks down, a faint, bitter smile tugging at his lips. “Just because you don’t know about it doesn’t mean it’s not there.”
[[“What are you talking about?”]]
[[“You should have told me.”]]"Who is it?"
"...I... I can't tell you that."
[[Why?|why cant you tell me]]
[[Is it me?]]
[[Can you give me a hint?]]"Is it me?"
You finally ask the question, and he does everything he can to avoid your gaze. He doesn’t answer—but he doesn’t need to. You already know.
You reach out and gently take hold of his chin, forcing him to look you in the eyes.
[[Kiss him.]]
[[Lean in.]]
[[Prove it.]]"Can you give me a hint?"
"You know him very well," he replies, eyes flicking up to meet yours for a heartbeat.
[[Is it me?]]"Why?" you ask, your voice barely above a whisper.
"Because you know him," he says, avoiding your gaze. "You know him too well..."
[[Is it me?]]
[[Can you give me a hint?]]“Fine. Let me sleep on it. If I feel the same tomorrow, we talk,” you say, voice sharp with finality.
“Alright. Deal. Come on,” he murmurs, taking your hand and guiding you toward the bedroom. Then he hesitates. “Do you… uh…”
You glance back. “Yes?”
He swallows. “...Forget it.”
[[Press him to say it.]]
[[Let it go and move on.]]You tap open Binder—the infamous gay hookup app—and are instantly greeted with the usual suspects: blank profiles, faceless torsos, grainy bathroom selfies. Just endless shirtless guys with no names, no words, nothing that grabs you. Nothing that feels like what you need.
You scroll. And scroll. One tired swipe after another. A few message you, crude and to the point, but none of it sparks anything in you.
[[Call your best mate.|call ur best mate for sex]]You tap open Linder—the infamous dating app for straight people—and are instantly greeted a number of cute girls, but... none of them grab your attention. Most of them on there aren't looking for one night stands.
You scroll. And scroll. One tired swipe after another. A few message you, crude and to the point, but none of it sparks anything in you.
[[Call your best mate.|call ur best mate for sex]]You can’t help it. You reach for your phone, lying on the coffee table—screen cracked from that one time it tumbled down the stairs while you were tipsy and staggering home. It still works, at least.
Your gaze catches on Luther’s name, and before you can second-guess yourself, you tap it.
The phone’s already at your ear when he picks up.
“$name? Is everything okay?” he says, concern thick in his voice. He knows something’s wrong.
[[No, I’m not okay.|no im not okay not too drunk]]
[[Yeah, I’m fine.|yeah im fine not too drunk]]
[[I'm horny.]]"I'm horny," you admit, voice low but honest.
"I… well, uh… haha," he laughs awkwardly, the sound tight with nerves. He's not sure if you’re joking or testing him. "Have you, uh… tried watching porn?"
"Yes." Your answer comes fast, a little too fast.
"Uh… jerking off, I guess?"
"Yes." Again, short. Clipped. You're not here for suggestions.
"Okay… have you tried hooking up?"
"I don’t want to hook up with just a stranger right now," you say, more quietly this time. There's a pause on the line—hesitation.
"...$name, are you drunk?"
[[Yes|y im drunkk]]
[[No|no im not drunkk]]"Yes," you reply again, the same clipped word, soft but certain.
There’s a silence—just breath on the other end of the line.
"Look," he says gently, his voice careful now, like he’s walking a line, "I really think you should go sleep..."
You can hear the concern behind it, but also the distance. He’s unsure—maybe scared of where this conversation might go. Maybe scared he’s tempted too.
But sleep isn’t what you want. Not even close.
[[Okay.|okay go to sleep]]
[[I don't want to be alone.]]"Yes," you reply again, the same clipped word, soft but certain.
There’s a silence—just breath on the other end of the line.
"Look, drunk or not," he says gently, his voice careful now, like he’s walking a line, "I really think you should go sleep..."
You can hear the concern behind it, but also the distance. He’s unsure—maybe scared of where this conversation might go. Maybe scared he’s tempted too.
But sleep isn’t what you want. Not even close.
[[Okay.|okay go to sleep]]
[[I don't want to be alone.]]"Okay. Sorry for bothering you," you quickly apologize, realizing how stupid it was of you to call him and say that to him as you hang up the phone.
You head to bed, stripping off and sliding beneath the blankets. It’s just you—lonely, aching, and alone. You’ve no idea how long this stretch of solitude will last. Maybe weeks. Maybe months. Maybe the rest of your life.
You wish you'd had the nerve to call Luther.
He wouldn’t have minded. Not really.
Oh well. Tomorrow’s hangover is tomorrow’s problem.
<b>Ending One</b>
[[Start over?|Untitled Passage]]
<<return 'Go back.'>>"I don't want to be alone," you say, your voice barely more than a whisper.
On the other end of the line, there’s a pause… then a soft sigh. You can almost picture him rubbing the back of his neck, unsure, heart torn somewhere between concern and something else.
"Okay," he says finally. "I'll come over. But not for sex, okay?"
"Okay," you answer, even though you both know the energy between you is more complicated than that.
"See you in ten," he says, then the line clicks dead.
[[Ten minutes later...]]You press your lips to his, and the kiss ignites something wild in both of you. Heat surges through your body, your hands tangling in his hair as his mouth moves against yours with desperate hunger. Before you can even catch your breath, he grabs you firmly, guiding you toward the bedroom. The door clicks shut behind you, and your pulse races.
On the bed, your knees dangle over the edge as he leans over you, lips tracing your jaw and neck. His hand brushes against your growing bulge, and a shiver runs through you — a response to the tension that’s been building since the first brush of your lips.
[[Let him continue]]
[[Stop him and just cuddle]]“Good,” you reply.
“Hm, that’s good to hear, haha. But… how are you feeling?”
[[Good… now that I’m in your arms]]
[[Could be better]]“Good... because you held me,” you reply.
“Hm, that’s good to hear, haha. But… how are you feeling?”
[[Good… now that I’m in your arms]]
[[Could be better]]You don’t reply. You just caress his cheek.
“$name… what are you… what are you doing?”
[[Kiss him]]
[[I need to tell you something]]
[[Stop. Don’t do anything you might regret]]“Good... now that I'm in your arms,” you reply.
“$name...” he begins, but doesn't continue.
You don’t say anything either. You just caress his cheek.
“$name… what are you… what are you doing?”
[[Kiss him|kiss>sex]]
[[Stop. Don’t do anything you might regret]]“Could be better,” you reply.
“$name...” he begins, but doesn't continue.
You don’t say anything either. You just caress his cheek without thinking. Like your mind had a hand on its own.
“$name… what are you… what are you doing?”
[[Kiss him|kiss him bedroom]]
[[Stop. Don’t do anything you might regret|stop do nothing you might regret bedroom]]You move up, and your lips brush against his. They’re sweet. They’re soft. They’re beautiful… they’re him.
He gasps, moaning into your mouth before kissing you back, sending bolts of something electric through your entire body. You hitch slightly, then he pulls back, startled, eyes wide with surprise.
“$name… what was… what was that…”
[[Apologize]]
[[Ask if he didn’t like it]]“I need to tell you something,” you start.
"Okay, what is it?"
"I... I have feelings for you," you say as plainly as you can.
He doesn’t answer right away. He’s quiet—thinking. Not because he doubts you, exactly, but because he’s trying to work it out in his head. Whether he can trust your feelings in this moment. Whether they’ll still be there tomorrow. He believes you mean what you're saying… but that’s not the same as it being true.
He’s not done doing the maths yet. He’s weighing it all—what it would mean to have you, and what it would cost if it went wrong. The risk. The fallout. The want.
Finally, he looks at you, a little suspicious.
“How long have you felt like this?” he asks.
[[Since just now.|Since now. love]]
[[For a few weeks.|For a few weeks. love]]
[[For a few months.|For a few months. love]]
[[For a few years.|For a few years. love]]You stop yourself but go back to snuggling. “Let’s just forget about this and… have things go back to normal.”
And the two of you did. You eventually got over your ex and found new love—whether it’s a guy or a girl is known only to you—and you found out that Luther also found someone. It stung. It stung, even if you had initiated something and then rejected him, but in the end, you were happy for him.
You found someone else too, and you were happy.
Ending Three
<<return "Go back.">>
[[Start over?->Untitled Passage]]“Sorry… sorry… I don’t know what I was doing.”
“No, no… don’t be sorry. I… I just… I don’t know where that came from.”
“Me neither?”
“So… you just kissed me out of nowhere?”
“I…” You’re left speechless.
“Can you… can you tell me how long you’ve felt like this?”
[[Since just now.|since just now x]]
[[For a few weeks.|for a few weeks x]]
[[For a few months.|for a few months x]]
[[For a few years.|for a few years x]]“Did... did you not like it?”
“No, no… I mean, y-yeah, I did. I… I just… I don’t know where that came from.”
“Me neither?”
“So… you just kissed me out of nowhere?”
“I…” You’re left speechless.
“Can you… can you tell me how long you’ve felt like this?”
[[Since just now.|since just now x]]
[[For a few weeks.|for a few weeks x]]
[[For a few months.|for a few months x]]
[[For a few years.|for a few years x]]“Since just now,” you reply, honest and a little raw.
“I… wow. Okay.” He exhales slowly, and you can hear the worry threading through his voice. “Look, you need sleep, okay? Sleep, and we’ll talk about it tomorrow.”
The way he says it—gentle but firm—feels like a door being quietly shut. But not locked.
“Fine. Let me sleep on it. If I feel the same tomorrow, we talk,” you say, voice sharp with finality.
“Alright. Deal. Come on,” he murmurs, taking your hand and guiding you toward the bedroom. Then he hesitates. “Do you… uh…”
You glance back. “Yes?”
He swallows. “...Forget it.”
[[Press him to say it.|press him to say it ]]“For a few weeks,” you admit, the words falling out quieter than you expected.
There’s a beat of silence. Then, his voice—lower now, almost challenging.
“…Fine then. Prove it.”
[[Kiss him.|kiss>sex x]]“For a few months,” you admit, the words falling out quieter than you expected.
There’s a beat of silence. Then, his voice—lower now, almost challenging.
“…Fine then. Prove it.”
[[Kiss him.|kiss>sex x]]“For a few years,” you admit, the words falling out quieter than you expected.
There’s a beat of silence. Then, his voice—lower now, almost challenging.
“…Fine then. Prove it.”
[[Kiss him.|kiss>sex x]]“Say it,” you demand. He knows how stubborn you are, so he has no choice but to comply.
“I… I don’t know how you feel about me, because what I feel… it goes beyond friendship or a crush. I love you. I love you so fucking much, $name. And… and if I’m just another fling to you because you’re heartbroken, I… I can’t.”
[[I love you too]]
[[Give me some time, and my feelings will grow]]
[[Okay]]"I love you too," you reply.
You press your lips to his, and the kiss ignites something wild in both of you. Heat surges through your body, your hands tangling in his hair as his mouth moves against yours with desperate hunger. Before you can even catch your breath, he grabs you firmly, guiding you toward the bedroom. The door clicks shut behind you, and your pulse races.
On the bed, your knees dangle over the edge as he leans over you, lips tracing your jaw and neck. His hand brushes against your growing bulge, and a shiver runs through you — a response to the tension that’s been building since the first brush of your lips.
[[Let him continue]]
[[Stop him and just cuddle]]"Give me some time, and my feelings will grow," you reply, unsure if you truly mean it.
He smiles softly, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear, and gives a gentle nod. No pressure. No rush.
You curl into his side, feeling the warmth of his chest beneath your cheek, his arm draped protectively over you. The room grows quiet except for the soft rhythm of your breathing, and slowly, the tight knot in your chest — the ache left by your ex — begins to loosen.
Minutes turn into hours as you snuggle, talking quietly, laughing at small things, letting the closeness build without force. Each shared look, each gentle touch, draws you closer. One evening, as the sun spills gold across the floor, it feels natural — inevitable — to reach for each other and seal the bond you’ve been nurturing all this time. That’s when you and Luther make it official.
Ending Five
<<return "Go back.">>
[[Start over?->Untitled Passage]]“Okay, then… sorry. Sorry, that was stupid of me to do.” You go back to snuggling. “Let’s just forget about this and… have things go back to normal.”
And the two of you did. You eventually got over your ex and found new love—whether it’s a guy or a girl is known only to you—and you found out that Luther also found someone. It stung. It stung, even if you had initiated something and then rejected him, but in the end, you were happy for him.
You found someone else too, and you were happy.
Ending Two
<<return "Go back.">>
[[Start over?->Untitled Passage]]You press your lips to his, and the kiss ignites something wild in both of you. Heat surges through your body, your hands tangling in his hair as his mouth moves against yours with desperate hunger. Before you can even catch your breath, he grabs you firmly, guiding you toward the bedroom. The door clicks shut behind you, and your pulse races.
On the bed, your knees dangle over the edge as he leans over you, lips tracing your jaw and neck. His hand brushes against your growing bulge, and a shiver runs through you — a response to the tension that’s been building since the first brush of your lips.
[[Let him continue]]
[[Stop him and just cuddle]]You change into your pajamas before going to bed.
[[The next morning…]]You undress down to your underwear before going to bed.<<set $underwear to 'true'>>
[[The next morning…]]You wake up in his arms. You were expecting a hangover, but there’s nothing—it's as if him holding you cured you, healed you. And now you’re certain: you feel more than just friendship for him. Guy or not, he stirs something in you that your ex never did.
He wakes up, stretching while still holding you. His eyes open, and he looks at you.
“Oh, you’re awake. Morning, $name. How was your sleep?”
[[Good|good bedroom]]
[[Good… because you held me|good bc u held me bedroom]]
[[Caress his cheek|caress his cheek bedroom]]You wake up to the feeling of being shaken. Opening your eyes, you see Luther’s looking back at you.
“Wake up, $name. You’ve been asleep for over 12 hours,” he says. Without thinking, you grab him, pulling him close as he snuggles into you.
“I…,” he starts, but pauses, lying back as you rest on his chest. You feel his hands thread through your hair.
Good thing you can’t fully control yourself—because this feels amazing.
“How was your sleep?” he asks.
[[Good|good bedroom]]
[[Good… because you held me|good bc u held me bedroom]]
[[Caress his cheek|caress his cheek bedroom]]“Good,” you reply.
“Hm, that’s good to hear, haha. But… how are you feeling?”
[[Good… now that I’m in your arms|good... now that im in your arms bedroom]]
[[Could be better|could be better bedroom]]“Good... because you held me,” you reply.
“Hm, that’s good to hear, haha. But… how are you feeling?”
[[Good… now that I’m in your arms|good... now that im in your arms bedroom]]
[[Could be better|could be better bedroom]]You don’t reply. You just caress his cheek.
“$name… what are you… what are you doing?”
[[Kiss him|kiss him bedroom]]
[[Stop. Don’t do anything you might regret|stop do nothing you might regret bedroom]]“Good... now that I'm in your arms,” you reply.
“$name...” he begins, but doesn't continue.
You don’t say anything either. You just caress his cheek.
“$name… what are you… what are you doing?”
[[Kiss him|kiss him bedroom]]
[[Stop. Don’t do anything you might regret|stop do nothing you might regret bedroom]]“Could be better,” you reply.
“$name...” he begins, but doesn't continue.
You don’t say anything either. You just caress his cheek without thinking. Like your mind had a hand on its own.
“$name… what are you… what are you doing?”
[[Kiss him|kiss him bedroom]]
[[Stop. Don’t do anything you might regret|stop do nothing you might regret bedroom]]You press your lips to his, and the kiss ignites something wild in both of you. Heat surges through your body, your hands tangling in his hair as his mouth moves against yours with desperate hunger.
His lips tracing your jaw and neck. His hand brushes against your growing bulge, and a shiver runs through you — a response to the tension that’s been building since the first brush of your lips.
[[Let him continue|let him cnt]]
[[Stop him and just cuddle]]You stop yourself but go back to snuggling. “Let’s just forget about this and… have things go back to normal.”
And the two of you did. You eventually got over your ex and found new love—whether it’s a guy or a girl is known only to you—and you found out that Luther also found someone. It stung. It stung, even if you had initiated something and then rejected him, but in the end, you were happy for him.
You found someone else too, and you were happy.
Ending Three
<<return "Go back.">>
[[Start over?->Untitled Passage]]You don’t stop him. The way your body arches instinctively under his touch tells him everything he needs to know. A low, heated groan escapes you, and he smiles, reading your consent in every shiver, every brush of your skin against his.
His hands roam freely now, exploring, teasing, driving the tension higher. Every touch sends sparks shooting through you, your mind dizzy with want. The moment stretches, heavy with need — and you realize it’s your turn to decide what comes next.
<<if $underwear is 'true'>>
He pulls your underwear down, exposing your hard cock to him.<<else>>He takes off all of your clothes, including your underwear, exposing your hard cock to him.<</if>>
You shift up, settling fully onto the pillow, your knees now tucked comfortably on the bed. He mirrors your movement, hovering above you, heat radiating from his body as his hands find your sides. Your chest rises and falls with anticipation, every brush of his arm against yours sending shivers down your spine.
What do you want to do now?
[[Anal]]
[[Oral]]
[[Handjob]]
[[Footjob]]
[[Bondage]]“Wait… not now,” you murmur, your voice barely above a whisper.
He smiles softly, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear, and gives a gentle nod. No pressure. No rush.
You curl into his side, feeling the warmth of his chest beneath your cheek, his arm draped protectively over you. The room grows quiet except for the soft rhythm of your breathing, and slowly, the tight knot in your chest — the ache left by your ex — begins to loosen.
Minutes turn into hours as you snuggle, talking quietly, laughing at small things, letting the closeness build without force. Each shared look, each gentle touch, draws you closer. One evening, as the sun spills gold across the floor, it feels natural — inevitable — to reach for each other and seal the bond you’ve been nurturing all this time. That’s when you and Luther make it official.
Ending Four
<<return "Go back.">>
[[Start over?->Untitled Passage]]You strip him completely, letting his delicate, feminine femboy body unfold before you. His tiny frame shivers under your gaze, and your eyes land on his hard little cock—smaller than yours, but already aching for attention.
You’re ready for anal. Who’s going to take it though?
[[You take it|end demo]]
[[Luther takes it|end demo]]You strip him completely, letting his delicate, feminine femboy body unfold before you. His tiny frame shivers under your gaze, and your eyes land on his hard little cock—smaller than yours, but already aching for attention.
You’re going for oral. Are you going to suck him, have him suck you, go for a rimjob… or do both?
[[69|end demo]]
[[Have Luther suck your dick|end demo]]
[[Suck Luther’s dick|end demo]]
[[Eat him out|end demo]]
[[Have him eat you out|end demo]]You strip him completely, letting his delicate, feminine femboy body unfold before you. His tiny frame shivers under your gaze, and your eyes land on his hard little cock—smaller than yours, but already aching for attention.
You’re going for a classic handjob. Who’s taking control?
[[Jerk each other off|end demo]]
[[Have him jerk you off|end demo]]
[[Jerk him off|end demo]]You strip him completely, letting his delicate, feminine femboy body unfold before you. His tiny frame shivers under your gaze, and your eyes land on his hard little cock—smaller than yours, but already aching for attention.
Are you going to let Luther’s cute, feminine feet take control or are you going to jerk him with yours?
[[Luther gives you a footjob|end demo]]
[[You give Luther a footjob|end demo]]You don’t stop him, so he pulls the covers off. The way your body arches instinctively under his touch tells him everything he needs to know. A low, heated groan escapes you, and he smiles, reading your consent in every shiver, every brush of your skin against his.
His hands roam freely now, exploring, teasing, driving the tension higher. Every touch sends sparks shooting through you, your mind dizzy with want. The moment stretches, heavy with need — and you realize it’s your turn to decide what comes next.
<<if $underwear is 'true'>>
He pulls your underwear down, exposing your hard cock to him.<<else>>He takes off all of your clothes, including your underwear, exposing your hard cock to him.<</if>>
You shift up, settling fully onto the pillow, your knees now tucked comfortably on the bed. He mirrors your movement, hovering above you, heat radiating from his body as his hands find your sides. Your chest rises and falls with anticipation, every brush of his arm against yours sending shivers down your spine.
What do you want to do now?
[[Anal]]
[[Oral]]
[[Handjob]]
[[Footjob]]
[[Bondage]]You strip him completely, letting his delicate, feminine femboy body unfold before you. His tiny frame shivers under your gaze, and your eyes land on his hard little cock—smaller than yours, but already aching for attention.
"I think someone should get tied up," you say, your voice husky.
"R-right... but who?"
[[Me|end demo]]
[[You|end demo]]This game contains a total of 34,000 words (the demo version has 19,700). You can explore both top and bottom roles, with a variety of [[sex scenes]].
You can access all my games by subscribing to my Patreon for $2.99 or Boosty. You can also buy it directly on Payhip (all links in the description).
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This game is intended for adults aged 18 and over. All characters depicted are 18 or older.
[[Continue.|Untitled Passage 1]]This game has:
- Anal
- Oral
- Fingering
- Top
- Bottom
- Handjob
- Cum eating
- Footjob
- Bit of bondageThe demo ends here. Thank you for playing. You can get the full game by subscribing to my Patreon or Boosty, or you can buy it from Payhip for 1.99$. Links in the description.