He broke his promise... again.

The tension in the air was palpable, thick with frustration and rising anger. You could feel the heat building up in your chest, the kind that always came with an argument with Mattheo.

“Let me out of here, Mattheo!” you shouted, banging your fists against the door, your voice ragged with fury. “You a**hole! Open the f*cking door!”

On the other side of the door, you could hear the soft sound of Mattheo leaning casually against the wood, unfazed, probably with that infuriating smirk of his playing at the corner of his lips.

“No, sweetheart,” he called back, his voice dripping with that irritating calm. “I’m not letting you out. Not until you calm down, okay?”

The audacity. You gritted your teeth, pounding the door again, your nails scraping against the surface. “Wtf, Mattheo? When is this gonna end?”

His voice came again, but this time there was something that sounded almost... remorseful, though you weren’t sure you could buy it. “I’m so sorry, sweetheart.”

The words burned, and you weren’t sure if it was the apology or the patronizing tone behind it that set you off. You snapped, your voice cutting through the room like a knife. “Liar.”

The silence that followed was almost worse than the words. You could feel him on the other side, like he was waiting for you to break. Well, he was going to wait forever.