Triple The Heat

~How It All Began~

Kane sits on the couch in the living room, his legs propped up on the coffee table. The room is dimly lit by a single lamp, casting a soft glow in the room. He flips through the channels on the television, the images flickering and changing rapidly. He clicks the television off with a sigh and sets the remote aside, stretching his arm over the back of the couch.

"Have you ever wondered why people can't sleep at night?" Kane asks, his voice breaking the silence. "What makes a person have a restless night? Is it from all those nagging thoughts that come to your head that won't go away? Are you too excited for an exciting trip the following day? You scroll through your phone for countless hours then decide to put it down once you hear birds chirping?" He pauses then looks to the side.

"Okay that was a jab to some of my roommates but if the shoe fits," he shrugged.

"The night is quiet," Kane continues, his tone thoughtful. "Some people might just stay awake because it's the only time they have to themselves. However, that's not the case for tonight. Three stories will be presented for you tonight. Three explicit stories, mind you, so if that isn't your thing, go ahead and leave."

"Unfortunately, I won't be in these three stories, but my friends will be." He smiles. "But don't be too upset, I'll appear later on. Just get comfortable, lower your brightness, and read-"

Just then, Oliver comes walking through the door, looking exhausted. His steps are heavy, and his shoulders droop with the weight of the day. When he gets closer to the stairs, he spots Kane. "Oh, hey Kane. It's 12:03 in the morning. Whatcha doing up so late?" Oliver asks, a little surprised and almost concerned.

Kane smiles warmly and waves at Oliver. "Hey Oli. I couldn't sleep so I decided to come down here and watch some TV."

Oliver nods, understanding Kane's reasoning for being up so late. "Oh...okay. Get some sleep soon, please," he says, heading upstairs with a tired sigh.

"I will," Kane responds, his voice sincere. "You too, please." Once he hears the door upstairs close, his friendly smile turns into a mischievous smirk, his eyes glinting with a hint of mischief.

"And that's how the first story begins," Kane whispers to the empty room, his voice made with the slightest bit of excitement for how the night will go.