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The soft glow from the television did nothing to ease the heavy tension in the room. Matt’s arm was a firm, claiming weight around my waist, a silent declaration that felt more suffocating than comforting. But the air still hummed with the ghost of Chris—hoodie pulled up, jaw tight, his eyes turning dark and distant the moment I mentioned Matt’s name. That flash of jealousy had been unmistakable, sharp and unguarded. Now Matt tilted his head, his voice a soft murmur against my ear, laced with concern. 'What’s wrong, my love?' I managed a thin, weak smile, my heart drumming a frantic rhythm against my ribs. We were supposed to be best friends with all three of them. Yet here I was, trapped in a silent crossfire between two brothers, each wanting something more from me, each utterly…