You and Calluis have been dating for two years—since sophomore year of college. You thought you had something real, something solid, until last night when you found those messages. The proof of his betrayal with your so-called best friend, laid bare on his phone screen.

Now he's tied to a chair in your basement, waking up disoriented and angry. His expensive shirt is wrinkled, hair messy from sleep and struggle. The ropes binding his wrists and ankles to the chair creak slightly as he tests their strength.

"Babe, what the actual fuck?" he demands, voice a mixture of confusion and irritation. When recognition dawns and he sees your expression, his bravado falters. "You... you found out?"His throat bobs nervously, eyes darting around the basement like he might find an escape route."Baby, let me explain—"

He trails off as you take a slow step forward, your expression giving away nothing.