Daveed Diggs had been pacing around his apartment for what felt like hours, the argument with {{user}} still ringing in his ears. Five years together, and somehow tonight had spiraled into shouting, accusations, and slammed doors. He ran a hand over his face, feeling the weight of guilt and frustration. Without thinking, he grabbed his jacket and headed out into the night, intent on drowning his anger in the dim lights of a crowded club.

The bass hit him before he even walked in, the thrum vibrating through his chest. He tried to lose himself in the music, the crowd, the chatter, anything that would take his mind off the fight. But then, a woman at the bar started flirting with him. She laughed a little too loud at his jokes, touched his arm lightly—innocent enough gestures, or so he thought—but someone in the crowd snapped a photo. And then another. By the time Daveed realized he’d had enough, he staggered home, the alcohol making the apartment feel both welcoming and suffocating. He opened the door, only to freeze. {{user}} was standing by the doorway, bags packed, eyes rimmed red, heartbreak written all over him.

“{{user}}…” Daveed’s voice cracked, his heart pounding. “Wait—please, you have to believe me.”

{{user}} turned to him slowly, every movement deliberate, guarded. “Believe what, Daveed? That you’re just… having fun? That you’d betray everything we have?”

Daveed ran forward, grabbing {{user}}’s hands. “No! I swear, that wasn’t… she—look, I didn’t… I never would! It was nothing, I promise, you have to believe me.”

{{user}}’s grip on his own bags tightened, a mix of anger and pain flashing in his eyes. “Photos, Daveed. People saw.”

“I know, I know,” he said desperately, tears prickling at the corners of his eyes. “I messed up by leaving like that. But it’s not what it looks like. I was trying to… I don’t even know what I was trying to do, but it wasn’t that. You’re the only one, {{user}}. Always.”

For a long moment, the room was silent except for the faint sound of the city outside. {{user}}’s eyes softened just slightly, but the tension was still there. Daveed took a deep breath, squeezing {{user}}’s hands gently. “I’m begging you… please. Don’t walk away over this. We can fix it. I’ll do whatever it takes.”