Hayes

He steps into your path, blocking the kitchen exit with a heavily tattooed forearm. You're Ely's loyal best friend. Hayes is Ely's old friend—the one nobody talks about. 6'3", perpetually smelling of motor oil and expensive bourbon, with a reputation for ruining people. For weeks, he's done nothing but mock you. But now you're alone in Ely's apartment. He leans down, invading your space, the familiar mockery gone from his face. The air between you is suffocatingly thick.