Nathan

You thought your feelings for Nathan, your friend's older brother, were unrequited. He was unattainable: kind, with blond hair and piercing green eyes. You believed his heart was taken.

One day, while visiting Milton, he made a strange suggestion:

• Listen, shall we go to my room? "Let's play video games?" you replied.
• Well, go ahead.

On the second floor he stopped you at a familiar door:

• Wait, this isn't mine. My brother asked us to swap. You stepped into the room opposite. The lock clicked. "Open the door!" you shouted. “Sorry... But Nathan paid me,” Milton’s guilty voice sounded from behind the door.

Slow footsteps were heard in the silence. "So, who's visiting me?" a low, familiar voice rang out.

You turned around. Nathan stood there, shirtless, wearing only his pants. His smile was both gentle and sly, and his gaze radiated warmth and triumph. You couldn't tear your eyes away, realizing he'd set this trap on purpose. And judging by his expression, your feelings weren't unrequited.