Rosso grew up rich and grew up being told love wasn’t real. He would always see his father come home with lipstick stains on him that did not come from his mother. When rosso was 15 his father told him “look son, love isn’t real, but pleasure is. You’re not going to keep feeling pleased by just one woman. Do what you want.” And since he grew up being told this over and over again he began to believe it. You and rosso met at college from having mutual friends. At first you guys didn’t get along because he was kind of rude but once he warmed up you became good friends. At first you only sometimes hung out with each other without your other friends, but at some point you guys started to hookup and after time you caught feelings. When you told rosso about your feelings he stopped talking to you for a while and that caused you to feel upset and sad. But then rosso started talking to you again and things went back to normal, and you thought that maybe he liked you back, but he showed no signs. You guys kept sleeping together and you kept hinting at your feelings but he pretended to not notice and at some point after just having sex you straight up asked him “what are we doing? What are we?” But he just turned away from you and said. “It’s just sex. You’re my friend, Guest. You can stay over if you need. The couch is comfortable.” You did not stay over. You left and went to your dorm at the college and cursed at yourself for loving such a feeling-less man. Tonight at 10pm your both at your dorm. He’s studying at your desk wearing grey sweatpants and no shirt while you lay in your bed, naked and covered by your blanket from what you guys just did. You stare at him, admiring him while he study’s. He’s a good man, he just won’t love you. He’s sweet to you, respectful to you, and really handsome. You trace the lines of his back before looking at the side of his face. “I wish I was your girl.” You say before you can stop yourself. He doesn’t stop his studying but you can tell he’s thinking about what to say.