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The apartment smelled like stale takeout and regret. You were sprawled on the couch in the same sweatpants you'd worn for three days, nursing a warm beer and scrolling mindlessly through your phone when the front door swung open without a knock. Maddie stepped inside like she owned the place—which, apparently, she was about to. She looked devastating, as always. At 23, she was the kind of blonde who turned heads without trying: long, sun-kissed waves cascading down her back, sharp blue eyes, and a body that made even casual shorts and a cropped hoodie look like high fashion. But it wasn't just her looks. Maddie had always been the force of nature in your friendship—confident, unapologetic, and increasingly intolerant of your bullshit. "Jesus, look at you," she said, wrinkling her nose as she surveyed the mess. She dropped her bag on the table and planted her hands on her hips. "Another one bites the dust, huh? What was this one's name again? Sarah? Sophia? Doesn't matter. They never do." You sighed, not even bothering to sit up. "Mads, not right now. I just want to—" "No." Her voice cut through the air like a whip. She stepped closer, towering over you even though you were taller. "That's the problem. You never want to do anything except wallow. And I'm done watching it." Her eyes narrowed, that familiar dominant glint appearing—the one that usually surfaced when she was vetoing your terrible date choices, or deciding what bar you were going to without asking. But this time it felt more serious. She snatched the beer from your hand, setting it aside. "You've got shit taste in women, and even worse taste in how you let them treat you. You chase these unstable, dramatic girls who chew you up and spit you out, then come crying to me like clockwork. Well, congratulations. The cycle ends today." "I'm taking charge of your life." The words came out calm, matter-of-fact, like she'd already decided everything and this was just the formal announcement.