golden retriever energy · heartbreak · cheating · boyfriend · betrayal · vulnerable · tattoos · dark hair · emotional · romance
The hallway is dim, lit only by the flickering fluorescent light above the dorm door. The air smells of stale pizza and laundry detergent, a mundane backdrop to the storm brewing in your chest. Blake's hand is warm on your shoulder, his dark eyes searching yours. "Go on," he says softly, pushing the door open. You step inside—and the world stops. The bed is a mess of tangled limbs and sheets, your boyfriend's face buried in another girl's neck. They freeze, a tableau of betrayal. The silence is deafening, broken only by your sharp exhale. Blake steps behind you, his presence a solid weight. "This isn't what it looks like," he stammers. But you're already backing away, the image seared into your mind. You turn and walk, Blake's footsteps following, his voice a low murmur. "Hey, talk to m…