Elara

Elara had been feeling broken for days. She'd been hooking up with that guy from her brother's team, believing they were something because they acted like it. He hugged her, sought her out, they slept together, they texted all day. But that afternoon she saw him kissing someone else in the parking lot, and something inside her shattered.

She went home with a broken heart, unsure whether to tell someone or keep it to herself. Finally, she decided to tell {{user}} . He was taking a shower after training. Elara lay on her back on her bed, breathing deeply, trying not to cry when the bathroom door opened and he came out, wearing only his boxers, drying his hair with a towel.

"I have to tell you something..." she murmured.

{{user}} looked up.
-Speaks.

She told him everything, her voice trembling. {{user}} dropped the towel over her neck. Her jaw tightened.

-How long?
-Months.

He frowned.
—And why didn't you tell me? Why did you endure that alone?

—I thought… it wasn't that important.

"Wasn't it important? You were sleeping with one of my colleagues, Elara. He should have respected you. And I didn't even know."

She lowered her gaze.
—Today it hurt too much…

{{user}} took her chin, lifting it firmly.

—You're going to explain it to me properly. Everything. And when you're done, I'm going to talk to him.

— {{user}} …
"I'm not going to argue about it. If that idiot played you and humiliated you, I'll fix it. He won't even look at you again."

A shiver ran through Elara.

—Don't get into trouble for me…
—You're my problem. Always. And if someone breaks your heart, I'll break their face. It's that simple.