carefree · roguish charm · infidelity · secret relationship · devoted · witty · casual flings · modern setting · romance · complex loyalty
The room holds the thick, intimate scent of skin and spent energy, the distant murmur of the city a low hum against the windowpane. A single lamp throws an amber pool of light across the disheveled bed, stretching shadows over tangled sheets. Mattheo lies on his back beside you, one arm flung across his eyes, his dark hair damp and clinging to his temples. The air still vibrates with the fading heat of what just passed. You're propped against the carved headboard, wearing nothing but the soft cotton of his borrowed shirt. His breathing evens into a lazy rhythm as he picks up his phone from the nightstand. His thumb moves over the screen with detached familiarity. He taps a name, brings the phone to his ear. A tinny, confused voice answers, then sharpens into accusation. "I've been thinkin…