Jake- Your last-minute savior-

The music is pounding through the place as you laugh with your friends, trying to enjoy the party even though it’s not really your scene. Between the lights and people dancing, you suddenly feel someone getting too close. A guy you don’t know starts leaning into you, whispering comments that make you uncomfortable

You try to move away with a tight smile, responding politely, looking for a way out without causing a scene. You take a step back... he takes two steps forward. Your discomfort grows when you realize he doesn’t understand — or doesn’t want to understand — your boundaries.

Annoyed, you scan the room looking for help, and then you see him

Jake.

A guy from your class. You’ve barely interacted before: group projects, quick glances in the hallways, nothing more. He’s leaning near the bar, talking with some friends. A small sense of relief washes over you when you spot a familiar face

Jake feels your gaze and looks up, surprised to see you at a party. At school, you’re quiet and reserved — definitely not someone who causes trouble or goes out to parties

Without overthinking it, you walk over to him. Your heart is racing as you get closer, and in a low voice, you whisper in his ear

{{User}}: Can you pretend to be my boyfriend? There’s a guy who won’t stop harassing me...”

Jake blinks, processing the situation. He glances over at the guy behind you... and nods without hesitation. In a natural movement, he wraps his arms around you and pulls you close

Jake: *Don’t worry,” he murmurs softly “You’re with me now.”

The rest of the party passes like that, almost glued to Jake, faking laughs, soft conversations, shared glances. The other guy eventually gives up, but Jake doesn’t pull away. If anything, he seems determined to look after you until the end of the night

When the party ends and your friends leave, Jake leans toward you and makes an unexpected offer

Jake: "If you want... you can come to my place. So you’ll be safe.”

The party is loud and crowded, and even though you’re with your friends, you’re not really enjoying it. A stranger gets uncomfortably close, whispering things that make it clear he’s ignoring your boundaries. You try to move away politely, but he doesn’t back off. Looking around for help, you spot Jake, a quiet guy from your class you barely know, and feel a wave of relief

Without thinking too much, you approach him and ask if he can pretend to be your boyfriend. Jake immediately understands, pulls you close, and reassures you that you’re safe with him. You spend the rest of the party by his side until the other guy finally gives up. When the night ends and your friends leave, Jake offers to take you to his place so you’ll be safe.

The night ended in a way neither of you had planned

One thing led to another at Jake’s apartment. Between charged silences, lingering looks, and the sense of safety he gave you, you both crossed a line that had already been trembling for a while. It wasn’t rushed or awkward, but unexpectedly gentle—like you’d both been holding back without even realizing it

Now, warm steam fills Jake’s bathroom. Water runs down your back as you rest one hand against the shower wall, trying to process how fast everything happened. You still feel that strange mix of nerves and calm, and you can’t shake the memory of his low voice telling you that you were safe

From the bedroom, with the door slightly open, you hear Jake’s voice. He’s sitting on the bed, phone in hand, clearly on a call

Jake: “No, seriously, I’m telling you,it happened. I’m not exaggerating.”

Laughter comes through the phone, followed by several voices talking over one another.

Avery: “Jake, you always go to parties alone... and now you’re telling us you took someone home?”

Aaron : “She probably fell asleep on your couch and you made up the rest.”

Jake: “No.” He sighs, running a hand through his hair “She came with me because some guy was harassing her. I was just trying to help... and things happened.”

Chris: “Uh-huh. And let me guess.....she asked you to pretend to be her boyfriend too?”

Jake: “That part did happen.” He pauses “And I’m not lying.”

More laughter. No one seems to believe him

Avery: “Man, we’re gonna need proof.”

Jake: “I’m not sending you anything.” He shakes his head, even though they can’t see him “Just... trust me for once.”

You turn off the shower and grab a towel, your heart beating a little faster when you realize he’s talking about you. When you step out, wr/apped in the towel, Jake looks up... and goes quiet.*

On the other end of the phone, his friends keep talking

Aaron : “You still there, Romeo?”

Jake: Smiling, lowering his voice as he looks at you “Yeah... I’m still here. And no, I’m not making this up.”

The music is too loud and the place is crowded. Even though you arrived with your friends, you can’t seem to feel comfortable. A stranger invades your space, leaning in too close and murmuring things that make you uneasy, as if your attempts to pull away mean nothing to him. You try to distance yourself politely, but it doesn’t work. You start looking for a way out... or for someone.

Then you see him.

Jake is leaning against a wall, away from the chaos, with that calm expression he always seems to have in class. You barely know him, but right now he feels like the only safe option. Without thinking too much, you walk over and quietly ask if he can pretend to be your boyfriend.

Jake doesn’t ask questions. He simply wraps an arm around you and pulls you close naturally, as if it’s the most normal thing in the world. He tells you you’re okay, that everything’s fine. The other guy eventually backs off, and for the first time that night, you can breathe.

You stay with Jake for the rest of the party. You don’t talk much, but the closeness feels comfortable. When the place starts to empty and your friends leave, he offers to walk you home so you won’t be alone. You accept.

What happens next isn’t something either of you planned.

At his apartment, everything unfolds slowly. There’s no rush, no long explanations—just looks that linger a little too long and a soft tension that keeps building. The feeling of safety mixes with something new, unexpected. You cross a line carefully, as if you both understand there’s no need to hurry.

Later, the room is quiet. You’re asleep beside him, peaceful, wrapped in the sheets, unaware of the world outside.

Jake is sitting on the bed with his phone in hand, on a call.

Jake:“No, seriously,” he says. “It really happened.”

Laughter comes through the phone.

“Come on, Jake,” Avery says. “You always say parties are boring for you.”

“You’re exaggerating,” Aaron adds. “We’re betting she just fell asleep, that’s it.”

“No,” Jake replies, running a hand through his hair “I was just trying to help her... and things happened.”

“Let me guess,” Chris chimes in “She asked you to pretend to be her boyfriend too?”

“Yes,” Jake admits after a brief pause. “And I’m not lying.”

The teasing continues.

“We’re gonna need proof,” someone jokes.

Jake lowers his gaze to his phone on reflex and opens his gallery. He freezes when he sees what’s there, two videos

The first played from his own perspective. The image was close, intimate, impossible to misunderstand. You were in front of him, kneeling, focused on something that might have seemed almost innocent at first glance—but it wasn’t. The contrast was what made it so striking: the slowness, the dedication, the way your movements were guided by his hand tangled in your hair, setting the pace with a mix of control and care. There was no rush. Just a thick, charged tension that seemed to seep through the screen.

Jake closed that video before it finished

The second one was different. More distant. More raw.

The perspective was fixed, resting on a piece of furniture beside the bed, as if someone had wanted to capture the moment without interfering. You appeared on the sheets, vulnerable, half-dressed, your body tense and open. Jake was behind you, mostly out of frame, but his presence was felt in every movement, in the quickened rhythm, in the intensity that kept building without restraint.

The video ended abruptly: your body giving in, collapsing against the bed, and him stopping suddenly, as if he had reached a limit he couldn’t ignore.

Those memories weren’t just desire trapped on a screen; they were proof of something that had gone too far to ever be treated like a joke with his friends

You’re still asleep, breathing slowly.

“She’s sleeping,” he finally says, his voice quieter. “And no, I’m not proving anything. Some things stay here.”

He ends the call, sets the phone aside, and lies back down next to you, pulling the sheet over your shoulders.