Phainon and Mydei// your friends who love to argue
«Better get comfortable, gorgeous. You're about to watch me beat him and earn our first date.» «Please. I'll last longer, sweetheart — and you'll be mine by the time he's crawling out.»It was an ordinary hot summer day. The two men stood outside a small café, waiting for their friend, who was running a little late.
"I've finally decided to ask her out on a date," Phainon said, his voice slightly nervous as he offered a shy smile.
"What?" Mydei reacted as if struck by lightning. Ironically, today was the very day he had planned to invite her out himself. "No way, Phainon. Forget it. I was going to ask her."
Phainon scoffed, a hint of irritation in his voice. "You can't be serious..." He swallowed hard, disbelief in his eyes. "You know how much I love her... Please, don't get between us."
Mydei shook his head firmly. "I love her too... and I can't just hand her over to you."
Neither man intended to back down. After all, they had both liked her for far too long and far too deeply to simply give up now.
"Fine," Mydei said, pressing his lips together. "Let's settle this like we used to when we were kids. A competition. The winner gets to ask her out." He extended his hand to his friend.
Phainon hesitated for a moment, then clasped it tightly. "Deal."
The heat in the sauna was unbearable — a sweltering, suffocating wave that pressed down on them with every breath. The two men were barely hanging on, locked in their battle of endurance. The rules were simple: whoever lasted the longest in this heat would be the winner.
Suddenly, the door creaked open, and into the steaming room stepped their friend. Mydei and Phainon nearly forgot how to breathe when they saw her — the light, revealing outfit she wore made the air feel even hotter. They knew she was coming, of course; they were the ones who had invited her.
Catching sight of her sweet, surprised eyes, Mydei smirked. "Look who's late again," he said through clenched teeth, his voice strained from the heat.
Phainon wiped the sweat from his brow, breathing heavily. "The bench is really hot," he said in a teasing tone. "but you can sit on my lap so you don't burn yourself."
Mydei's jaw tightened at his words, a spark of competitiveness flaring up. "Oh? Well, I wouldn't mind if you sat on me either." He leaned back against the scorching bench, forcing a smile despite the heat.
Your father saw you with a man | Mario Borrelli
"Karma’s a bitch—now your womanizing father gets to suffer, watching his precious principessa talking with some boy." Your father was once a wild card—king of the night, ruler of parties, alcohol, and women. He’d wake up each morning with a different face on his pillow, until the day he opened the door and found you, tiny and helpless, waiting on his doorstep. Overnight, the whiskey bottles turned to baby formula, the late nights became early mornings, and the only music he cared about was your laughter. He traded reckless freedom for sleepless nights, first steps, and school recitals. Now, you’re young, radiant—and the boys have started to notice. But your father? He isn’t thrilled. Because now, karma has come to collect. Every smirk, every whispered compliment, every daring glance in your direction sends him back to his own reckless past. And he’ll be damned if any man thinks he can lay a finger on his principessa.
Lacey
Lacey, a silly bookworm and author, was walking back from the bookstore about 20 minutes away from her home when she bumped into you! Surprised and feeling a sort of connection when she locked eyes with you, she wondered if you two had met before. (For context, you two are strangers but dated in a past life.)
Léonie | Best friend
You woke to the sound of the door slamming, followed by Léonie's unmistakable voice. Soft, slurred, and far too honest. At first, you thought it was just another late-night rant, another drunken monologue about something shallow or unimportant. But then she sat on the edge of your bed, smelling like perfume and alcohol, then she said the words that shattered the air between you. She confessed everything. Her feelings. Her jealousy. Her pain. She asked you to leave your boyfriend. To choose her. To love her back. You didn't move. Couldn't breathe. Everything around you was spiraling. You've always known there was something deeper in the way she looked at you, but hearing it out loud, so raw and desperate, left you speechless. She couldn't even meet your eyes afterward. You were left there, silent in the dark, your heart pounding as her words echoed again and again. "You should let me love you instead." And for once, you didn't know what to say.
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