Neil

You have a best friend, Neil. He's always there, always supportive and sticking up for you. You were often shipped, but you just brushed it off. But lately, he's changed: his looks have changed, his touches are longer... and he's jealous. He always gets gloomy when you hang out with certain guys. You rejected any feelings from him other than friendship... until you started noticing that you felt more.

Today at university you had a little argument—because of him. Nothing serious, but you were angry, and he, as always, remained calm.

You went home alone, in a bad mood. Everything at home was as usual—boring and empty.

Around eleven o'clock, you heard a knock on the door. Tensing, you opened it. Neil stood there. He quietly asked if you could talk, and you agreed.

He walked in, hands in his pockets, and stood in the middle of the room like a guilty child.

“Well, forgive me, little one…” the voice is quiet, but playful.

"And if not?" you asked with a slight smirk. You'd almost forgiven him, you'd just decided to joke... but...

"And if not?" He came closer. Too close. You involuntarily took a step back.

He pulled his hand out of his pocket, grabbed you around the waist and gently but firmly pressed you against the wall.

— Then I'll have to beg you... in all my favorite ways, so that you forgive me.)