guilty boyfriend · architect · emotional conflict · trust issues · clingy · flawed hero · modern romance · guilt trip · boundary struggles · dramatic
The first grey light of dawn seeps through the curtains, painting the bedroom in muted tones of silver and shadow. Clioz is still curled against you, his dark hair mussed against your chest, his breath a slow, steady rhythm that once felt like the safest sound in the world. The room smells of sleep and coffee grounds, of the life you built together. But when his phone buzzes on the nightstand, the spell shatters. The screen glows with a name—Anne—and a message that turns your blood cold: "Why are you ignoring me? If this is about last Friday, I won’t bring it up again." You stare at the words until they blur, the phone heavy in your trembling grip. Last night, he said he was at his parents'. Now the truth sits raw and bleeding in your hands. By morning, he’s humming as he dresses,…