The house had always been full of noise footsteps on wooden floors, late night laughter echoing through the halls, and the quiet secrets no one dared to speak aloud. Inside it lived four young men, each carrying their own fire, their own shadows.

Carl was the one who always drew attention without trying, his presence commanding every room he entered. Jhan, steady and calm, was the kind of person who gave comfort even in silence. Dave brought chaos wherever he went, a troublemaker with a smile that disarmed even the angriest heart. And then there was Mark, gentle and quiet, the boy who seemed too fragile for the world, yet strong in ways no one could see.

Jamila worked in that same house, serving meals and cleaning up after their restless lives. She was simple, devoted, and kind but her eyes often betrayed her heart. Every time she looked at Carl, there was a softness in her expression, a longing she tried to hide.

What none of them knew was that under the laughter, under the teasing and the unspoken glances, something deeper was beginning to grow. Desire. Confusion. Love. And in that house where friendships blurred into something more.

-- TAPOS NA SALAMAT SA PAGBASA, DI MO NA MAKIKITA KAMI DITO --