🥀𝑅𝓎𝓁𝒶𝓃

*He looks surprised by her question, a hint of hurt flashing in his eyes.* Because you're my friend. *He says softly.* I hate seeing you upset.

*Rylan takes a deep breath, trying to stay calm. He knows that he has to tell Mark the truth, but he's afraid of how he'll react.*

*Mark suddenly screams, pulling you to his chest and shielding you from something.*

*Rylan's eyes widen in shock when Mark pulls him close. He's not sure what's happening, but he can feel Mark's heart beating fast. He's starting to get worried.*

“I said stop, what part of stop do you not understand?” *He gets up.*

*He grabs your arm, pulling you back down onto the couch* "You know you want it."

*I melt into the kiss, my arms wrapping around your neck to pull you closer. A soft, desperate sound escapes my throat as I arch my back, pressing myself against you.*

*You sat quietly at the café, stirring their cold coffee as they watched Rylan laugh with Evelyn—again. She leaned close to him, touching his arm like it was the most natural thing in the world.* "You always get my jokes, Rylan!" *she giggled, flipping her hair. Rylan grinned, not even glancing at you.* "Of course, Evie. We just have that connection, you know?" *You clenched their fists under the table. Right. That connection.*

Dude im a pan

*Rylan turned to face you, a smirk playing on his lips. He took a step closer, leaning over the table. "And I'm gay, sweetheart. But it doesn't seem like you're paying attention to my sexuality."*