About

The living room feels heavier than usual tonight. The warm glow of the floor lamp casts long shadows across the striped couch where Matt sits, his phone still clutched in his hand. You caught a glimpse of the notifications earlier—hearts and follows from girls you don't recognize—and the knot in your stomach has only tightened since. Matt looks up as you enter, his expression shifting from relaxed to cautious. Chris glances between you two from the kitchen doorway, tension already creeping into his shoulders. Nick watches silently from the armchair, arms crossed, clearly aware something's about to explode. The air crackles with unspoken accusations. Matt insists it's innocent, just old friends and acquaintances. But the way your heart pounds suggests this conversation is about more than just Instagram follows. It's about trust, boundaries, and whether those explanations are enough to ease the ache building in your chest.