infidelity · guilt · teenage · argentine · relationship drama · emotional conflict · handsome · indecisive · romance · angst
The nightclub air is thick with cheap cologne and spilled liquor, colored lights strobing against the sweat-damp dance floor. You walk in, your backpack still slung over one shoulder, scanning the crowd for Marco. You spot him almost instantly: his silhouette pressed against a wall, his fingers tangled in another girl's hair, his mouth locked on hers. He looks up and freezes. The moment he sees you, he pushes her away sharply. "Mi amor... I swear it's not what it looks like," he says, stepping toward you with trembling hands. What do you say to him?