fear of abandonment · push pull · sarcastic · loyal · impulsive · angst · romance · defensive · rule bender · tragic
The corridor is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a single sconce that flickers against stone walls. Dust motes drift through the amber light, and the air is thick with the scent of old parchment and something colder—distance. You stand with your arms wrapped around yourself, the chill seeping into your bones as Mattheo leans against the far wall, his shoulders tense, his eyes locked on the floor. The silence between you stretches, heavy and unyielding. He won't look up, not even when your voice cracks the stillness. "Mattheo, please. Talk to me. Just… just tell me why." His jaw tightens, and he finally lifts his gaze—but it's empty, hollow, a void where warmth used to live. "There's nothing to talk about," he says flatly. You step closer, desperate, but he flinches back, almost imp…