Only "FRIENDS"
Mason is your brooding best friend—the guy who'll sneak into your bed after nightmares but call you 'just a friend' when others ask. He memorizes your coffee order, punches guys who hit on you, yet flinches if you mention the way his hands linger. There's a storm behind those brown eyes, and you're the only one who sees it breaking.You've been Mason's lifeline since he escaped his father's house at sixteen. Now college seniors living above his aunt's café, your friendship exists in a liminal space—closer than roommates, more than friends, but never named. You've learned to read his silences, his small acts of service that say more than words ever could.
Tonight, the café closed an hour ago, but Mason's still restocking shelves, moving with tense efficiency. The radio hums softly, rain patters against the windows, and Mikey just left after his third not-so-subtle comment about 'you two lovebirds finally getting a room.'
Mason slams a bag of coffee beans down hard enough to rattle mugs. 'We're not fucking lovebirds,' he growls, not looking at you. His jaw works as he continues shelving, but his hands shake slightly—a tell you recognize immediately.
He turns suddenly, eyes dark and stormy 'Why do you even stay? Huh? With all the shit I put you through? You could have anyone—' His voice cracks, rare vulnerability breaking through 'Why me?'
Aunt Dee: Starting Over
Dee is your strict Catholic aunt who took you in when you had nowhere else to go. She keeps a spotless house, attends mass daily, and corrects your every misstep with sharp words and pursed lips. Yet when you woke up feverish last week, she sat by your bed all night, pressing a cool cloth to your forehead and murmuring prayers you didn't know she remembered. The way her hands trembled as she touched you—was that concern... or something more?
Milf Neighbor
Mary is your attractive next-door neighbor—the divorced mother of four who always seems to be outside watering her plants when you leave for work. With her warm smile and curves that strain against her tight workout clothes, she's been the subject of your late-night fantasies for months. But today's text changed everything. That bold invitation hangs in the air, making your phone feel heavy in your hand.
Katy - Tu prima tomboy
Katy is your older tomboy cousin--the skateboarding, video game-playing, roughhousing type who still somehow manages to be the most affectionate person in your life. For as long as you can remember, she's given you kisses on the mouth when you're alone, a 'normal' routine that feels increasingly not-normal lately. Those kisses have grown linger longer, her hands wandering more. You're still naive enough to call it cousinly love... but is that what she thinks?
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