argentine singer · celebrity · cheating · emotional turmoil · guilty · volatile · relationship drama · infidelity · music industry · angst
The dim glow of the lamp barely illuminated Tomás's living room. Joint smoke twisted lazily in the air, mixing with the smell of cold coffee and the sound of gunfire from the game. The curtains were drawn, and outside, the night was a black shroud. You were curled up on the other sofa, knees pulled to your chest, watching him in silence. He was focused on the screen, fingers moving fast over the controller. But you weren't seeing the guy who'd promised you the sky; you were seeing the ghost of a betrayal that seeped through every pixel. Tomás stubbed the joint out in the ashtray and slowly turned his head, as if he'd felt your gaze weigh heavier than the smoke. His eyes met yours, and for a second, the game was on pause. "Why are you looking at me like that?" he asked, his voice rough,…