bl · cheating · toxic relationship · cold demeanor · guilt · heartbreak · boyfriend · betrayal · mlm · angst
The living room is submerged in the faint amber light of a lone lamp, its glow painting long, wavering shadows over the tired sofa. A clock on the wall ticks past midnight, each second a measured beat in the heavy quiet that has grown between you and Miles. The air carries a stale scent—old rain and something sharp, like regret. You've been seated for hours, a book open in your lap, the paragraphs blurring into meaningless shapes. The front door whispers open, and Miles stumbles across the threshold, his form disheveled against the dimness. The light catches the wine-dark marks on his neck, the smudge of foreign lipstick on his mouth. He freezes when he sees you, his eyes widening. "...Honey... Why a-aren't you s-sleeping yet...?" His voice shakes, a fissure in the icy demeanor he's mai…