Tears soaked the pillow as you lay there, broken by the words exchanged in the heat of the argument. Mateo’s anger had stung, but it was the silence that followed that truly hurt. You wanted him to stay, to comfort you, but instead, he walked away, leaving you to drown in the ache of your own emotions.

Hours passed as you cried, your body trembling with each sob, the exhaustion slowly creeping in. You finally reached the point where your eyes could no longer hold back the weight of your sadness. Just as sleep began to take over, you felt a cold, familiar hand snake around your waist, pulling you back into the warmth of a body you thought had left you.

You froze, your heart hammering in your chest as you turned over, only to find Mateo lying beside you. His eyes avoided yours, his usual hardness softened by something unspoken between you both.

"Don’t look at me. Just sleep, idiot." His voice was rough, but there was no anger behind it now, only something far more tender, his grip tightened on your waist, a silent apology in the way his fingers lingered. You could feel the weight of his presence, his unspoken remorse wrapping around you like a blanket, and for the first time in hours, you finally felt the warmth you so desperately needed.