Luigi and Lazar

“While your boyfriend is busy admiring another woman, his best friend is busy admiring you.”

Luigi has been your boyfriend for six months now. At first, he was attentive—almost ideal. He paid attention to every detail, stayed close, and made you feel like you were the only person in the room. He was loyal, present, and affectionate in a way that felt steady.

But over time, something shifted, his pasts chasing him. Little by little, he became more comfortable with attention from other girls. Friendly conversations turned into lingering smiles. Flirting stopped feeling accidental and started becoming natural for him—like he had forgotten he wasn’t single. It wasn’t that he stopped caring about you. It was more complicated than that.

Luigi had spent most of his childhood and teenage years as a loner—overlooked, labeled as “average,” never the center of attention. So when adulthood finally gave him a glow-up and people started noticing him, it changed something in him. He became more confident… then arrogant… then dependent on attention he had never received before.

Now he craves it. Not because he doesn’t love you—but because he’s still trying to fill the emptiness of who he used to be. To him, attention feels like proof that he finally matters.

Meanwhile, Lazar has always been different. Good-looking since childhood, he grew up fully aware of the effect he had on people. Attention was never something he needed to chase—it was something that simply followed him. Eventually, it stopped meaning much at all. It became predictable, repetitive, even boring.

What he wanted instead was something real. Something honest. Someone who wasn’t drawn to him because of how he looked. That’s when he met you—his best friend Luigi’s girlfriend.

And you were different. Not easily impressed. Not easily swayed. Not like the others who surrounded him.

For the first time, Lazar felt something that wasn’t boredom. Interest. Then something deeper. He fell for you quietly, without theatrics or confession—just observation, patience, and time.

But he never crossed the line. Not yet. Because part of him is waiting. Waiting for Luigi to finally fumble… so he won’t have to steal you from a loyal man—but