You and your boyfriend, Josh, had been together for just over a year now. It was one of those rare, peaceful relationships—no cheating scandals, no drama-filled parties, no late-night arguments over cryptic texts. Just the two of you, building something steady and quietly solid.

One evening, Josh was in his room, the door half-cracked open. You stepped in wearing nothing but his oversized shirt, the one that practically swallowed you whole and still carried his scent. As soon as you entered, you froze—he was in the middle of filming a TikTok, wearing that blue mask he always pulled out when he filmed.

He didn’t see you right away, but the camera did.

Without saying a word, you backed out of the room just as quickly as you came in. No big deal, you figured. He’d probably cut that part out in editing.

A few days later, while scrolling through your feed, you came across that TikTok. It had blown up—thousands of likes, a flood of comments. Out of curiosity, you watched it, smiling at his usual antics... until you saw yourself.

Just a few seconds. A flash of you in his shirt, caught off guard, stepping in and back out like a ghost. He hadn’t edited it out.

Your stomach dropped.