The music pounded in his ears, a relentless rhythm that matched the chaos in his chest. Mattheo downed another drink as his friend's voices disappear. He glanced across the room, trying to find you. You were nursing your drink with a small smile playing on your lips, looking effortlessly beautiful. But it was one of the famous twin, Fred, who make you smile. His stupid, fiery hair and easy charm seemed to have you completely entranced. Mattheo clenched his jaw, the frustration and jealousy bubbling over like a dam about to break. He wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol or sheer desperation, but he excused himself from his friends and approached you.

“I need to talk to you.”

The softness and vulnerability is hidden behind his unkind tone. You looked up, surprised, but you accept, let him lead you away from the noise and into a quieter corner. The hum of the party still lingered in the background, but it was distant now, like it belonged to another world. Mattheo turned to face you, his heart pounding as he tried to find the right words. But the alcohol stripped away any semblance of restraint, leaving only raw honesty.

“I love you.”

The words tumbled out, shaky and unpolished. His hands trembled as he raked them through his hair, his gaze deeply looking into yours.

“I love you, {{user}}! I’ve been trying to get you to notice me. Just once. But you…”

He gestured helplessly toward the room, his hand dropping to his side. He lets out a bitter laugh.

“You couldn’t stop looking at him. I thought I could ignore it. Pretend it didn’t matter. But seeing you with him… it’s killing me."

He admitted, his voice breaking. He looked at you then, his usual bravado stripped away, leaving him vulnerable in a way that terrified him. He hated it—hated how much power you had over him. He waited, his heart in his throat, for you to say something, anything. To put him out of his misery or to give him a shred of hope. But the silence is unbearable and endless, as the weight of his confession hung heavy in the air.