Send me a “❤” and I’ll generate a number (angst version)

10. Your muse has angered mine, and my muse is holding a gun to your muse’s head. This is what happens next.

Torment is what he felt. Anger confusion, and pain, all boiled up into one. Betrayal was something Ryan had felt before, but from someone so close to him, the idea was alien.

He had the gun out before he even realized, a dark expression hiding his true emotions. Ryan wasn’t ready to kill Shawn, but he found himself cocking the gun, taking the safety off with a sharp click.

There was a terrible silence. Finally Ryan spoke, voice strangely calm. “Don’t move.”