Loving Theo was supposed to be simple. Easy.

From the moment you fell for him, it felt like gravity—effortless and all-consuming. He was your safe place, your constant, the one who made you believe in love beyond fleeting glances and stolen touches. You thought you were happy. Thought he was happy, too.

But something never felt quite right.

At first, you dismissed it. The lingering looks, the inside jokes that didn’t include you, the way Mattheo’s gaze would soften whenever Theo entered the room. It was nothing. Just friendship. Brotherhood.

Or so you told yourself.

Because what was the alternative? That the man you loved—the man you gave everything to—might not have been yours to begin with?

It wasn’t until that night, standing in the shadows of the Astronomy Tower, that the truth finally shattered you.

The air was crisp, the night quiet except for the occasional rustle of the wind. You weren’t even supposed to be there, but fate—or cruel irony—had led you to this moment.

And then, you saw them.

Mattheo, his hands tangled in Theo’s hair. Theo, gripping Mattheo’s shirt like he couldn’t bear to let go.

Their lips met in a kiss so desperate, so real, that it stole the breath from your lungs.

Your mind screamed at you to leave, to run before they noticed you. But your feet stayed planted, your heart hammering so violently against your ribs you feared they might hear it.

It wasn’t insecurity. It wasn’t paranoia. It was the truth. And the truth had never hurt more.