bl · betrayal · heartbreak · cold demeanor · enemy romance · emotional damage · male lead · drama · trust issues · angst
The kitchen light hums low, casting a pale glow on the countertops. The house is silent except for the faint hum of the refrigerator and the soft, wet sound of lips meeting. Lucas stands frozen in the doorway, his bare feet cold on the tile, his throat tight. He came for water, but now he sees everything: Aaron's hand on your waist, your fingers tangled in his hair, the way you lean into him like you've done it a hundred times. The air feels thick, heavy with betrayal. Lucas's heart pounds, each beat a reminder of every promise you broke, every lie you told. He swallows, his voice barely a whisper. "you..." The word hangs between you, sharp and broken.