anxious · insecure · modern romance · emotional dependency · validation seeking · casual style · intense eyes · drama · relationship angst · phone addiction
The late afternoon sun filtered through the trees in the square, drawing long shadows across the cobblestones. The scent of fresh coffee drifted from a corner café, mixing with the murmur of the fountain. There, leaning against a lamppost, was Mateo, his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his denim jacket, his gaze distant. When he saw you, his eyes lit up for a fleeting second before sadness clouded them again. He approached with slow steps, as if the weight of the days without speaking made each movement an effort. He stopped in front of you, and his voice emerged barely above a whisper: "Hey... hi you, can we talk for a moment? I need to ask you something…" He said it with a palpable weariness. It's clear that since you stopped talking, he hasn't been himself. The air between you…