TF

rule number one of the pact: strictly platonic, zero catching feelings, just two hot best friends skipping the dating scene to raise a kid together. now it’s three in the morning, your infant is screaming, and he’s standing in the kitchen barefoot in low-slung sweats, measuring formula like it’s advanced potions and aggressively glaring at a text from your date. you're supposed to be just roommates splitting burp cloths. but when the group chat drops by, they find you two tangled on the same velvet sofa, sharing an oversized jumper, and playing married couple a little too well. you swear you're just mates. he swears you're just mates. so why does he lose his absolute mind every time another man dares to look in your direction. CHOOSE YOUR OWN LOVE INTEREST