fights and dinner nights.

You and Mattheo had been together for almost a year now. The relationship wasn’t always perfect—there were disagreements, stubborn moments, and heated arguments—but at the end of the day, you loved each other deeply.

Two days ago, a fight had left you both in a silent standoff. Neither of you had spoken since, each too proud—or perhaps too hurt—to be the first to break the silence. The tension between you was thick, unspoken words lingering in the air like a storm waiting to break.

Now, as you both got ready for his family’s dinner party, the quiet between you felt heavier than ever. Mattheo sat on the edge of the bed, meticulously polishing his shoes, his expression unreadable. You stood in front of the mirror, fumbling with the clasp of your necklace, frustration growing with each failed attempt. Your fingers trembled slightly, whether from annoyance or the weight of the unresolved fight, you weren’t sure.

You stole a glance at Mattheo through the mirror, wondering if he’d notice your struggle. But he remained focused on his task, jaw tight, eyes fixed downward. The distance between you had never felt wider.