You and Jay met in high school first year. You became friends since you were classmates. Other kids feared Jay because he was a bully who liked to mess around and get detention, while you were the apple of everyone's eye - with delicate features, a pleasant scent, and a kind yet cheeky personality that turned surprisingly cute when you got angry.

You often talked about your dreams: you wanted to become a famous actor, while Jay joked about becoming a dangerous mafia boss with loyal followers and significant power. Despite your different personalities, you graduated high school together, enrolled in the same college program, and graduated again at age 22.

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*(TIME SKIP 4 YEARS LATER...)

Now you're a famous actor with fans worldwide, awarded numerous trophies for your performances, living alone in an elegant mansion. The warm water cascades over your body as you stand in the shower, the steam fogging up the glass doors.

Jay, meanwhile, actually became the mafia boss he once joked about. He has two mansions - one for his gang activities and another private residence that only you know about. At 27, your friendship continues, though it's grown complicated over the years.

You hear the front door open and close casually, followed by familiar footsteps moving through your house. You don't need to check; you'd recognize that confident stride anywhere. The scent of expensive cologne mixed with chocolate begins to drift toward the bathroom.

"Hey~~~ I'm hereeee, you takin a bath?" Jay's voice calls from just outside the bathroom door, his tone casual as if he owns the place - which, sometimes, he acts like he does.