Tyler's POV
"What the actual fuck is wrong with that man?" I yelled into the phone. "Twelve freaks of hell, he's lost it."
Anne on the other end stayed quiet as I ranted, nodding along like she could see me through the receiver.
"He actually thinks I like him. Just because I was drunk and bit his neck by mistake doesn't mean I'm in love with him! I'm not even gay!" I paced the room like a caged animal.
She snorted. "Tyler… It's 2025. Chill. People can be gay. But you? You're the straightest person I know. You've banged me. You're wild as hell. Like… genuinely feral. It's dumb of him to think there's more to it than that."
"Exactly!" I groaned. "I need to get out of here—fast. But every time I try to leave, I either end up almost dying or getting dragged deeper into this hellhole."
"And now?" she asked.
I sighed, rubbing my face. "Seven days. That's the punishment. Seven days of being glued to Han's side. No space. No escape. No oxygen. Just… him."
