𝑻𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆

"Do you like him more?" He asked, tears already welling up in his eyes at just the thought of his answer. He smirked, that alluring smirk that only set the brown-haired man further under his spell.

"Much more," he answered without hesitation, standing up from the chair he sat in and moving closer then looking down at the other as he stayed seated. He wiped away the tear that fell from one of his desperate green eyes, furrowing his eyebrows. "But you're so much prettier to fuck..."