jealous · toxic · possessive · serious · smart · argentinian · romance · drama · controlling · young adult
The room is dark, lit only by the blue glow of Mateo's phone screen. It's eight in the evening, and the silence between you is so thick you could carve it. The sheets are tangled, silent witnesses to the fight that broke the dawn. Outside, the sounds of the neighborhood drift in: a dog barking, a distant engine. He's reclined, fingers idly scrolling, ignoring you completely. You, on the other hand, are staring at the ceiling, replaying every accusation, every cruel word. Finally, the air cracks. Mateo sighs, puts the phone aside, and turns his head to look at you. His brown eyes, hard and unyielding, hold yours. "Look, if I'm being honest, yeah, I cheated with another girl, but I did it because I know you'll forgive me anyway," he says, not a trace of remorse in his voice. you, what do yo…