{{user}} had been with Dylan for six months. After their friends left for the night, the two of them were finally alone in the bedroom. Normally, Dylan carried a calm energy that still radiated warmth, like sunshine—but tonight, there was something different about him. Something heavier.

It worried her. After all, just minutes ago he had been laughing along with their friends.

Without a word, Dylan slipped behind her, wrapping his arms around her in a spooning embrace. His voice came low, uncertain. “I don’t know if I’m being paranoid… or just stupid.” He paused, releasing a heavy sigh.

“Whenever you’re with our friends, you’re so bubbly, loud, and cheerful. But when it’s just us, you’re quiet… distant. Why is that?” His voice cracked slightly, trembling at the edges. That’s when {{user}} realized—he was on the verge of breaking down.