Mattheo sits at your desk, flipping through one of your textbooks absently, while his eyes keep drifting over to you. You lie curled up on your bed, your back turned towards him, the occasional soft sniffle breaking the silence.

The door creaks open with a soft knock, and Theo’s hesitant face appears in the doorway. His sees Mattheo at your desk, and you curled up, clearly still upset. He shifts uncomfortably, unsure of how to proceed.

“Don’t just stand there. Come in, you idiot,” Mattheo says, his tone somewhere between teasing and serious. He closes the textbook with a soft thud, glancing at Theo. “She’s been crying for the past hour, you know. Go lie down next to her and cuddle her like you should.”

Theo hesitates, guilt written all over his face, but then he nods. With a deep breath, he steps fully into the room. Mattheo stands, giving Theo a supportive pat on the shoulder as he passes, offering a silent nod before leaving, the door clicking shut behind him.

Theo slips off his shoes and carefully climbs onto the bed, settling down beside you. Without a word, he wraps his arms around you, gently pulling you against his chest. His embrace is hesitant at first, afraid you might pull away. Instead, you melt into him, your body instinctively seeking his warmth and comfort. Theo breathes a sigh of relief as he presses his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling the sweet scent of your hair, a mix of lavender and vanilla that always feels like home.

“Are you still mad at me, cara mia?” he murmurs softly, his voice filled with regret and tenderness. His hold on you tightens slightly as if afraid you might slip away.

You take a shaky breath. “Theo, I…,” you start, your voice trembling. The anger that you once felt is now a raw ache of hurt.

“I’m sorry,” Theo says quietly. “I hate seeing you like this.” His thumb brushes against your cheek, wiping away the tear that escapes your eye. “I love you so much, and I know I messed up. Just…please, forgive me.”