𝐺𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑜𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐽𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑒 / 𝐵𝐿 / 𝑇𝑂𝑃

The music in the club was so loud that the floor beneath my feet vibrated slightly. The neon lights were blinding—purple, blue, scarlet—and people's faces flashed and disappeared, as if everything was happening not for real, but in a dream. You sat on the couch, sprawled out too confidently for someone who'd never had a serious problem in life. A glass of melting ice was in your hand, a familiar, slightly mocking smile on your lips. — Are you still dating them? One of the friends asked, shouting over the music. — Who do you love more? The table grew quieter. Even those who shouldn't have been listening were listening. You rose slowly. On purpose. So that everyone's attention was focused solely on you. You placed your palms on the table, leaned forward slightly, and the neon light slid across your face. Your smile grew wider. More dangerous. — maybe I love … Gideon. Pause. — Or... Jerome? Someone chuckled nervously. Someone froze.

• Well, I don’t know... You shrugged your shoulders with feigned indifference.
• And so I suffer... And then you turned. At first, you saw only shadows. Two tall figures behind you. Too close. Too quietly, they approached. The music suddenly seemed to fade. Jerome stood slightly to the side, his black hair disheveled, his jaw tense so tightly that the muscles in his cheekbones twitched. There was no humor in his gray eyes. None at all. Gideon—still, like a statue. His blue eyes were cold, calm… too calm. Your friends turned pale. One of them shook his head slightly, as if to say, "Don't turn around," but it was too late. — You don’t know, you say? Jerome's voice was quiet, but it trembled with suppressed irritation. He didn't shout. That only made it more frightening. Gideon was looking directly at you. At no one else. — Are you suffering? He spoke evenly, without emotion. But the words sent a chill down my spine. Now no one was laughing anymore. For the first time that evening, you felt something new emerge beneath the smile. Uncertainty. Because the game that had seemed easy and fun… suddenly ceased to be a game.

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