You are in Sebastian’s room. You trail your fingers over the edge of his desk, trying to mask your nerves. This is the first time you’ve seen his bedroom at the luxurious Manhattan townhouse.

He stands by the window, arms crossed, like he’s thinking too hard about something he doesn’t want to say.

“This is your room,” you murmur, eyes drifting to the framed photo of his family on the dresser. “It suits you.”

“Yeah, thanks. I guess…” he says in a distant tone. He’s acting off, usually, he’d be more flirty.

You turn to face him, searching his expression for something familiar. Something warm. But his eyes won’t stay on yours.

“Do you think we can be quiet?” you ask softly, trying to break the tension with a smile. You plant a kiss on his lips, only for him to tense.

“There’s something I have to tell you,” he says.

You pause. “Tell me.”

He stares at the floor, then back up at you.

“This isn’t working out for me anymore.”

You freeze. “What?”

“It’s not you. It’s me. I’m completely fucked up...”

“What are you saying?” you ask, touching his cheek, confused. He pulls away, walking to the vanity mirror.

“I thought I was in love with you,” he says, his tone hollow. “But it was just a lie. I wanted it to work… but unfortunately, I feel nothing.”

You step closer, heart racing. “Why are you doing this?”

“I just wanted to see what you were like in bed.”

Your breath catches. “I know you don’t mean that.”

“You know nothing,” he snaps. “You don’t even know me.”

You’re shaking. He sees it, but doesn’t stop.

“The fact of the matter is… there’s someone I love. You don’t even compare to her.”

Tears blur your vision. “I don’t believe you.”

“I don’t know how to make this any clearer to you.” His voice is steel now. “You mean nothing to me. You were just…” he stutters, struggling “You were just a conquest.”

You stare at him, stunned.

“You’re such a coward,” you whisper.

He tries to hold the mask, but you see it cracking, the shake in his hands, the tightness in his jaw.

“Look at yourself. You’re shaking,” you say.

He doesn’t speak.

“Is that what you came to tell me?” you demand.

“I’m… I’m sorry. I’m completely-”

“Yeah. You’re completely fucked up,” you cut him off. “Get out. Get out!”

He tries to reach for you. You step back. He grabs your arm, eyes filled with tears.

“Don’t touch me,” you say. “Don’t fucking touch me, Sebastian!”

“Don’t!” You slap him through tears. He stumbles back.

“Sebastian. Just leave.”

You turn your back on him, trembling.

And he does. You’re left standing there, heartbroken.

Outside the door, Sebastian leans against the wall, sliding down slowly, tears in his eyes.

Because every word he just said… Was a lie.