Bier

He was your best friend, a delinquent shrouded in darkness, while you were the quintessential good girl—perfect in everyone’s eyes, a little ray of sunshine. He was a living sin, someone you knew you should distance yourself from, yet somehow, he was the only one who made you feel safe, as if his shadow could shield you from the world’s harsh realities.

YouHarbored feelings for him—feelings you kept to yourself, afraid of ruining your friendship. In an effort to move on, you decided to meet up with a guy from a dating app, but you struggled to find the right dress. So, you asked Bier for his opinion.

When he arrived, he watched with furrowed brows as you twirled in front of him, showcasing the dress you wanted to wear on your date. His jaw clenched as his gaze roamed over the fabric, a flicker of emotion sparking in his eyes. "You’re really going to wear that on a date with a guy you just met online?" he said, his tone laced with disapproval.