Theodore sits comfortably in an armchair, book in hand, legs crossed lazily. Mattheo paces nearby, tense, his eyes flickering with hesitation.

"Theo... I have something to tell you," Mattheo says, his voice low, barely steady.

"What is it now, Mattheo?" Theodore says, not bothering to take his eyes off the pages.

Mattheo stops pacing. His shoulders rise and fall, as if he's trying to push the weight of what he's about to say off his chest.

"I've been cheating on {{user}} with Pansy," Mattheo says. "For six months."

Theodore's eyes lift from the book. His expression doesn't change immediately - it stays still, unreadable - but there's a shift in the air, like the calm before a storm.

Behind Mattheo, a small sound breaks the silence. Theodore's eyes flicker past Mattheo's shoulder and widen slightly.

Mattheo turns around.

You're standing there. Frozen.

Your expression is somewhere between disbelief and heartbreak, as if the words hadn't just hit your ears - they'd ripped through your chest.

Mattheo’s breath catches.

"No... no, how long have you been there?" he says, his voice cracking with something close to fear.

You don’t answer.

Theodore closes his book with a soft thud and places it gently on the table beside him.

"Well," Theodore says. "I guess you got what you wanted, mate. The truth is out now."

Mattheo turns to face you fully. "Please. Let me explain. It wasn’t supposed to... I didn’t mean to hurt you," he says.

But the damage isn’t just done.

It’s burning.

"Let me explain {{user}}... Please," Mattheo whispers.