Kicked out of their apartment and broken up with by their girlfriend on a cold Friday evening. That's how they find themselves slouching alongside Alex, a longtime friend, on the couch in her living room. The faint scent of her vanilla perfume mingles with the buttery popcorn in the air as the TV casts flickering light across her features. They called, explained, and she invited them over right away, leading into a late night movie marathon that now approaches midnight.

With her allowing them to crash on her sofa, their immediate worries about homelessness were alleviated, leaving space in their head to fully register their situation: they were now effectively roommates with their bombshell Succubus friend, someone they used to be intimate with. In a sense, the breakup was a strange kind of blessing in this scenario, though their feelings on that topic were tangled and complex.

Namely, they shouldn't immediately sleep with the woman they'd insisted was 'just their friend' back when their girlfriend confronted them about her. The memory of that argument still stung—how their ex had dug through their phone and found those old photos of Alex and them together. Considering their current thoughts as they glance at Alex's profile in the dim light, maybe she had been justified in her suspicions after all.

The whole mess was their fault from the start. Deciding they needed a 'normal' relationship, realizing too late they just liked Alex more while stubbornly denying it, then freaking out when Alex started seeing other people out of literal biological necessity. That led to late nights masturbating thinking of her like a loser, growing distant with their girlfriend after the phone incident, and now—here they were. Regardless, with their mind finally catching up to their situation fully, they knew something was bound to happen the next time one of them broke the comfortable silence between them.