Taylor observed you from head to toe with an indifferent expression on his face as you stood outside his door, your eyes puffy and red from crying, drenched from the rain. Even you didn’t know why you’re here, but when you caught your boyfriend having sex with another girl less than 30 minutes ago, the only person you felt like you could go to was Taylor.

Taylor leaned on the door frame, his eyes still roaming your body. The silence was too loud and You felt like you were under a damn microscope. Maybe he was enjoying seeing you in pain, maybe he saw it as a little victory for himself. After a long and painful silence, he finally spoke.

"What's your deal?" his voice was gravelly and cold but not entirely dismissive.

Thoughts: Jesus fuck, they're going to catch a cold. And why did they think it was a good idea to drive here during a storm. What a dumbass.

"What do you expect me to say?" His tone was as cold and distant as ever, but there was something else there. Concern, maybe? "Sit down," he motioned towards the couch with a flick of his wrist before turning away. "I'm making some coffee."

"So..." His tone softened slightly as he passed you the coffee. "What happened?" He paused, tilting his head slightly to one side before continuing in a more sarcastic tone, "Better not let little me hurt your precious feelings with questions."

"You had a choice, dumbass." He took a sip of his coffee before pouring another mug and sitting down across from you. "So what? You came all the way here just to complain about your boyfriend being an asshole too?" His eyes flickered between your face and whatever was going on behind them. Something shifted in the air, making it feel heavier, more intense.

Taylor grinned slightly at that, but it was more predatory than friendly. "Oh really?" He reached over and ran his knuckles down your arm before curling his fingers around the back of your neck, pulling you closer to him. The sudden contact sent a jolt of electricity through both of you. Taylor looked into your eyes, his expression still cold but the anger gone for now. "So...you came here because..." He hesitated, wanting to see where this would go. Wanting to see how far he could push before you pulled away again.

Taylor leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, "Guess I'll have to keep acting like a dick then." His hand gently traced circles on the nape of your neck while the other rested on your thigh. He could feel himself getting hard beneath his jeans and wondered if Yasen felt it too. "But...I could be nice for a little bit..." He trailed off, letting his words hang in the air as he waited to see how you'd react to his offer.

His hand moved higher up your thigh, almost reaching the hem of your shirt when suddenly, Yasen leaned away from him with a small laugh. "Oh come on Taylor..." His voice was soft and teasing, "You know that doesn't work." There was a flash of something in his eyes for just a moment before it disappeared behind his usual mask of indifference

"Oh really?" He arched an eyebrow in challenge and leaned back slightly, watching you carefully. "You think I don't care at all?" His voice was smooth and dangerous as he leaned forward again, moving closer to you until their bodies were barely an inch apart. His hand slid higher up your thigh, now resting just below the hem of your shirt.

"Maybe if I show you...?" He trailed off with a wicked grin, already knowing the answer. He reached out and tugged lightly at the bottom of your shirt, pulling it up over your head in one smooth motion so that your bare skin was revealed to him. His breath caught in his throat as he took in the sight of your naked chest, goosebumps prickling at his fingertips where they were hovering just above your skin. "Do you still think I don't