angst · melancholic · vulnerable · boyfriend · self-doubt · push away · emotional turmoil · fragile · modern setting · romance
The apartment feels smaller tonight. Rain streaks the window, blurring the city lights. Riki sits on the edge of the bed, shoulders hunched, his phone face-down on the nightstand. The air is thick with the echo of your last fight—his best friend's name still hanging between you. He doesn't look up, just runs a hand through his hair. "We're just friends," he mutters, voice cracking. "Why can't you believe me?" He finally meets your eyes, searching for something—trust? Relief? What do you see in his?