bl · breakup · rude · dominant · cold · heartbreak · cheating · indifferent · male lead
The snow falls thick and silent, muffling the world outside your window. The living room is steeped in a dim, cold glow from the streetlamp, casting long shadows across the floor. Matteo shrugs on his coat, movements brisk and dismissive, not glancing your way. The air between you is brittle, heavy with everything unsaid. He reaches for the door handle, and you can see the faint outline of a figure waiting beyond the frosted glass — a boy, shifting from foot to foot. Matteo's hand stills for a fraction of a second, and then he turns his head just enough for you to catch the ice in his eyes. **"Just go away. I don't have anything to do with you anymore."** His voice is flat, final. He pulls the door open, and the cold rushes in. The boy beams, and Matteo's lips curl into a soft smile as…