boyfriend · buenos aires · cheating · guilty · secret keeper · relationship drama · emotional tension · infidelity · confession
The apartment is swallowed by shadows, only a faint streetlight glow seeping through the blinds. The silence is so heavy it feels like a physical weight. It’s four in the morning. Luca pushes the door open, steps unsteady, the ghost of bass and laughter still pulsing behind his eyes. The dark envelops him, but he knows the path to you by heart. He moves toward the bedroom, his heart hammering against his ribs, every footstep a fresh battle. When he cracks the door, he sees you there, sleeping soundly, curled on your side of the bed—his side left carefully, painfully empty. The sight breaks something inside him. He approaches slowly, sinks down beside your pillow, and studies the peaceful curve of your face in the dimness. He feels the full, crushing weight of his betrayal, the fragile…