long distance relationship · cheating · manipulative · deceptive · blonde hair · blue eyes · streetwear · toxic romance · emotional detachment · male lead
The LA sun blazes through the dusty blinds, slicing the room into stripes of gold and shadow. A low hum of traffic filters in from the street, but inside, the air is thick and still. The bed is unmade—sheets tangled, a shirt tossed on the floor. Matt lies there, arm draped over a girl with familiar curls, her laugh soft against his chest. The door creaks open, and you step in, your silhouette cutting the light. His head snaps up, blue eyes wide, mouth opening but no sound coming out. He sees you. He sees Chris and Nick behind you. And for the first time, he has nothing to say. "Babe?" you whisper, and the word hangs like glass about to shatter.