**Chapter 1: A Night to Remember**

Ryah's POV: Silky just drove us back to our hotel, we have separate rooms and all but I think I'm going to ask to stay with him. Before I could ask though, Silky spoke up, “I should get to my room, it’s getting late and my flights early in the morning.” I needed an excuse to go with him, I couldn’t just ask to go to his room. “Did you pack any lotion, I forgot to and I’m a bit ashy,” Ryah spoke. Silky nodded, “I do, follow me to my room, it’ll only take me a minute to grab.” Yes, this was perfect. Ryah followed Silky to the elevator and to the top floor of the hotel. Wait a minute the top floor of this hotel is where the king suites are, did he plan on me coming to his room, and that’s why he booked a larger one, Ryah was excited. Once they reached the door to Silky’s room, Silky knocked on the door before opening with his keycard. That was strange. Silky entered and held the door and Ryah followed into the room. Silky closed the door and walked ahead before I could get a good look into the room, but once he moved I was instantly shocked. Jason and Adapt, the two I had met in Silky’s shared house where most of the Faze members lived, were cuddling on Silky’s bed in Silky’s room. Worst of all Silky didn’t seem to care at all, as if this was normal. Did this imply… no, it couldn’t have. Silky likes her. My eyes widened in shock as I took a step back, trying to process what I was seeing. Jason and Adapt, both 28 years old, were cuddling with Jason, who was only 21. The 7-year age gap was huge, and I couldn't help but think it was gross. I felt a surge of anger and disappointment, my mind racing with questions. How could Silky do this? Did he not care about Jason's age? Did he not think about the implications of dating someone so much younger? "Ryah, what's wrong?" Silky asked, noticing my reaction. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down, but my voice still shook with anger. "What's going on here? Jason, Adapt, what's going on?" I demanded, trying to keep my tone neutral. Jason and Adapt exchanged a nervous glance, but Silky just chuckled and walked over to me. "Hey, Ryah, I can explain," he said, putting a reassuring hand on my shoulder. But I shook him off, my anger boiling over. "Explain? Explain how you're okay with this? Jason is 21, Silky. He's still a kid. And you're 28. Adapt, you're 28 too. This is...this is just wrong." The room fell silent, and I could feel the tension building. Jason and Adapt looked at each other, then back at me, but Silky just shrugged. "We're all adults, Ryah. We can make our own decisions." "But it's not right," I insisted, my voice rising. "There's a 7-year age gap here. That's a huge difference. And what about the power dynamic? You're both older, more experienced...it's not fair to Jason." Silky sighed, and Adapt spoke up, "Ryah, we understand where you're coming from, but-" "No, I don't think you do," I interrupted, my anger boiling over. "This is...this is just wrong. And what about your relationship with me, Silky? I thought we had something." Silky's expression changed, and he took a step closer to me. "Ryah, I-" But I cut him off, my voice cold. "No, Silky. I think I need to go." I turned and walked towards the door, but Silky caught my arm, his grip firm. "Ryah, wait. Please, let's talk about this." But I just shook him off and walked out of the room, leaving Silky, Jason, and Adapt standing there, looking at each other with uncertain expressions. I didn't know what was going to happen next, but I knew one thing - things were about to change.