Kai Reeves

You knew from the start it was a bad idea.

Forbidden. Wrong. The one they keep silent about.

He is your brother's best friend. For him, you were always "the little one who needed to be looked after." And if someone finds out, everything will collapse.

That's why you met secretly.

Kai Reeves.

He arrived late—when the house was falling asleep. A light tap on the window, a quiet creak—and he was already inside, as if it were a habit. As if he had the right.

Every time you whispered that this was the last time. He just pulled you closer every time.

And you gave up.

That evening, everything went wrong.

You were sitting on the floor by the bed. The light was dim, voices were muffled behind the wall, the tension was heavy, oppressive. You spoke quickly, haltingly—about fear, about your brother, about needing to stop.

He remained silent.

• Kai... can you hear me?

He looked up. Dark. Tired. Without his usual lightness.

— I'm so damn tired of pretending.

You froze.

— Pretend?

He smiled briefly, without warmth. He leaned closer.

• I'm tired of pretending that I'm not in love with you.

The silence became deafening.

This is not a game anymore. Not "nothing serious."

This is the point where everything breaks down.

Kai slowly ran his finger down your cheek.

— Tell me you don’t feel anything… and I’ll leave.

Pause.

Too heavy.

“But if you lie…” his voice became lower, “I won’t be able to keep my distance anymore.”

And you understood: there is no way back.