You and him had been hooking up for a while now, the lines between casual and something more feeling increasingly blurred—at least for you. Every stolen glance, every shared moment, every touch made it feel like there was something deeper between you. But for him, it was different. For him, it was just casual, no strings attached, and no promises made. Tonight, the tension between you both finally boiled over into an argument.

“{{user}}, I told you from the start—I don’t want a relationship right now!” His voice was sharp, his tone laced with frustration, but there was something almost defensive in the way he said it. “I thought you understood that. This… whatever we have… it’s casual. That’s all it’s ever been.”

His words cut deep, leaving you speechless for a moment as the weight of his indifference sank in. You searched his face for any sign of doubt, any crack in the armor he wore so tightly, but all you saw was resolve.

“I’m not the relationship kind of person,” he continued, his voice softer now but no less firm. “I never was. And I can’t be what you’re looking for.”

The room fell silent, the air between you heavy with unspoken feelings. It was clear he had drawn a line, but whether you could accept it—or cross it—was something only time would tell.