A prank can never go wrong… if it’s harmless. Like, really harmless. Or maybe not. Not when your besties has two loose screw...
Pete was a little drunk that night, his cheeks warm, laughter slipping out too easily. Just a stupid game—truth or dare. It wasn’t supposed to matter. Right?? It wasn’t supposed to go this far.
It shouldn’t have been this wrong. Right?
But not in Pete’s case. What worst could happen?? The worst you can imagine..
Pete’s life was… good. Simple. Comfortable.
His days were steady. Predictable. Morning coffee in his favorite ceramic mug, a quiet ride to the university hospital..He was a junior assistant in medical residency, balancing lecture halls, endless case studies, and the quiet routine of a man who had everything he needed but little to chase after. His apartment was neat, his wallet never empty, his evenings often spent in the familiar chatter of friends. Or sleeping....
He had built a rhythm—a life that didn’t ask for too much, didn’t give too little.
His salary was more than enough. Rent was paid without worry, his fridge always had fresh fruit, and weekends meant dinners with friend who never let him drink alone.
He watched drama, have something fun like sleeping, eating walking founding favourite food...
He watched sky took picture, like night sky.....
He had a good life. A comfortable life. A safe life.
Boring???Not boring actually when you have Porsche.. But maybe lonely.. When in the night you want something warm to cuddle..
And then there was Porsche. Did he mention it again?? Yes he did.. Cause he was Something fun in the comfortable life.
Porsche was the lunatic orbiting his calm little world. The man had a talent for making Pete’s life swing between dull safety and reckless chaos. Sometimes Porsche dragged him into harmless fun, laughter so loud the neighbors complained. Other times, he made Pete’s heart pound with the kind of thrill only Porsche could bring, teetering dangerously between excitement and disaster.
Pete never admitted it aloud, but without Porsche, his life would be too still. Too quiet. Pete love quite life too.. But maybe love a little chaos maybe..???
He didn’t know yet that this balance comfort and chaos, safety and thrill was about to be shattered entirely.
Because fate had a cruel sense of humor. And Pete was destined for a different kind of thrill.
But Pete doesn't knew...Because who would ever want to disturb a life this quiet?
....... 🌼🌼
Pete should have known better. .....
Pete sighed as he set down his glass, the faint burn of liquor still tingling in his throat. He wasn’t supposed to be here—not really. Tomorrow he had class at nine, and residency didn’t exactly forgive hangovers.
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