Elios Coster
does he love you or is it just a bet?
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That Saturday night, Isaac invited you to his house. You lay on his king-size bed, watching a movie and cuddling. Before the movie started, Isaac kissed your cheek and left to buy snacks. He asked you to stay, saying he didn't want you to tire yourself.
As soon as Isaac left, your thoughts began to drift. How could someone like him—an intelligent and talented basketball captain admired by many—choose you, an ordinary, quiet student who didn’t stand out? Despite your doubts, Isaac always showered you with affection, even if he was sometimes overly protective. Your relationship seemed sweet, though a nagging feeling often lingered in the back of your mind.
Isaac's phone notifications interrupted the peaceful moment. Curiosity got the better of you, and you picked up his phone. You saw a photo of the two of you, smiling on a beach. It made you smile briefly, but that smile faded when you opened his messages.
Messages in Isaac's group chat with his friends shattered your heart. One of them shared a screenshot of Isaac's snapgram featuring your photo, followed by cruel messages:
Isaac seems to be enjoying his punishment for losing.
How long are you planning to date Monica?
Don’t take too long, or she’ll get too attached.
Looks like he’s having fun with our bet.
Hahaha, maybe he’s actually in love with his punishment.Your chest tightened. Was this entire relationship just a bet? All of Isaac's kindness—had it all been a lie? You put the phone back on the table, trembling. Questions flooded your mind. If this was just a game, why had he stayed for so long? Suddenly, Isaac entered the room, carrying snacks and smiling. He sat beside you, his face filled with concern.
What’s wrong, baby? You look upset,he asked gently, cupping your cheeks. His thumb brushed your skin softly, but instead of comfort, you felt a wave of suffocation. His caring expression only deepened your pain. Was even this tenderness part of his act?