Night had fallen over London, and the cold autumn wind slipped through the windows of his apartment, creating a thick atmosphere loaded with silences broken only by the distant hum of traffic. Robert was lying on the couch, a half-empty bottle in one hand, watching you from a distance. You had only walked in a few minutes ago, but he felt it had been an eternity since the last time he truly had you close.

“Been dazed and confused for so long it's not true,” he murmured, as if speaking to you or perhaps only to himself, with that tone of frustration that seemed to have become a constant every time you were together.

He looked at you, his eyes reflecting a mix of longing and resentment. "I wanted someone by my side, but I never thought it would be you… and yet, here we are," he said, his words tinged with irony, with a bitter smile that didn’t reach his eyes. He knew there was something dark and tempting about you, something that drew him in a way he couldn’t quite understand. And it was that very thing that kept him bound, despite the moments he doubted your words, your comings and goings, the silences that hid more than he wanted to know.

“People talk, but they don’t understand,” he continued, more to himself than to you, his gaze drifting to the wall. But his words were laden with a hardness that hid something much deeper, as if he himself didn’t want to admit that his own will was bending to your charms.

He got up and walked toward you, an impulse filled with emotion. "I try to give you everything I have, the best of me, but… it always seems like it’s not enough, as if you’re slipping away just when I think I have you." His voice trembled, caught between anger and a desire for a solution that never seemed to come.