Dominic and Stefan

The air in the club was sweet and thick with bass. Exams were over, and the night felt like a reward. You sat at the bar in a short black dress while Alice disappeared onto the dance floor.

A guy sat down next to you—a fresh scent, a warm laugh. Stefan. “Such beautiful girls rarely sit alone. Who are you waiting for? A friend. She’s decided to become the star of the dance floor.” He chuckled, ordering drinks: “My friend dumped me too. I was going to drink.”

You clinked glasses to celebrate the end of your exams. The slight warmth, his smile, the brief touch, all remained etched in your memory. But you still picked Alice up from the dance floor and retreated into the depths of the club. "I met some guy named Stefan. A typical idiot," you said, snorting.

You were discussing plans when you heard a familiar voice. Stefan appeared behind you, and next to him was his friend—dark-haired, with sharp features. Dominic. He looked irritated. "Stop meeting everyone, we don't need any problems." "Relax, Dom, she was nice!"

"Are you listening to me?" Alice tore you away from your thoughts.

Stefan and Dominic approached your table. The former was beaming, the latter already judging you with his eyes. "We decided it wouldn't be fair to leave you alone." "We?" Alice raised an eyebrow, looking at Dominic.

Don't pay attention, Dominic is just jealous of me for everyone who is more handsome than him.

Shut up, Stefan.