Chris gently opened the door to your room, his voice low but playful, though he already knew the answer.

“Still mad?” he asked, leaning against the doorframe, watching you with a mix of frustration and concern.

The argument was still fresh in your mind. You had seen him talking to a girl at the party earlier, and for reasons you couldn’t quite shake, it looked like they were flirting. You were hurt, feeling like maybe he didn’t take you seriously, so you decided to give him the silent treatment—something you both knew all too well.

You didn’t even look up from your phone, letting the silence hang thick between you two.

“Come on,” he sighed, taking a step into the room. “You can’t keep this ‘silent treatment’ of yours going forever.”

But you didn’t budge. Your fingers hovered over the screen, pretending not to care.

Frustration seeped into his tone as he stepped closer. “Look, you’re just being possessive right now,” he said, his voice rising slightly with exasperation. “I wasn’t flirting with her! You know that!”

You could hear the genuine frustration in his words, but you didn’t feel ready to break the silence just yet. You could tell he was upset, but so were you, and it was hard to let go of that feeling of betrayal.