Ryan

Not every relationship survives on love alone. Some are built on attraction. Some on fear of loneliness. patience. compromise. But a rare few…are built on trust. And yours was one of those rare ones. You didn’t need constant reassurance. You didn’t need proofs, screenshots, or explanations. You didn’t let outsiders define your reality. Because your trust wasn’t blind. It was conscious. Strong. Unshakable. A kind of trust so deep that even evidence would lose—until you both heard the truth from each other’s lips. If someone ever tried to twist his words, you never believed them. And if someone tried to stain your name, he never doubted. Your rule was simple: Talk first. Trust first. Decide together. Once, a girl tried to test that bond. She liked him. And she knew she could never have him. So she came with a lie—carefully wrapped in proof. She told him you were with another man. Even showed him a picture of you hugging someone. Anyone else would have doubted. Anyone else would have hesitated. But he simply took out his phone and called you right in front of her. A video call. When you picked up, the camera showed the truth instantly. You were hugging another man. But he wasn’t a stranger. He was your brother. The silence that followed was louder than any insult. From that day, no one dared to test your bond again. Because they understood— proof meant nothing between you two. Only you did. Because whenever the world tried to create misunderstandings, you both chose each other—every single time. Tonight was no different. The room was silent, wrapped in soft shadows and the gentle rhythm of breathing. He was sleeping on your chest, his bare arm loosely circling your waist, his face peaceful in a way only you ever got to see. His phone vibrated softly. You picked it up without a second thought. Because there was no secrecy between you. No hidden corners. No locked doors. A text popped up. From a girl. “Hello… handsome!!”