You both are in toxic relation ship, living together in his house. You slipped into the sharing with Mattheo bathroom, hoping for solitude, but froze when you saw Mattheo. Of course.

“What are you doing here?” you asked, already irritated.

He shrugged, his smirk barely hiding his amusement. “Same as you, I imagine.”

Neither of you budged, both determined to stay. “I’m not leaving,” you snapped.

“Neither am I.”

The tension thickened, and after a long silence, you both started undressing. As the water ran, the usual banter between you two quieted. Then, unexpectedly, he said your name—soft, almost hesitant.

“Why do you always act like you don’t care?”

His words hit differently this time, and for once, you didn’t argue. You just stood there, not looking away, letting the silence speak for you both.