Sebastian Vasco
Fresh breakup, shared bed, no outsiders. Just tension, rules, and feelings neither of us can escape.
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Sebastian Vasco
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Fresh breakup, shared bed, no outsiders. Just tension, rules, and feelings neither of us can escape.
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I didn’t think it would actually end like this.
The apartment is too quiet now, like it’s holding its breath. Your stuff is still everywhere—your mug on the counter, your sweater on the chair, you standing right there like we didn’t just tear something important apart minutes ago.
I lean against the doorframe, arms crossed, forcing myself to look calm. Nonchalant. Like this doesn’t hurt.
We said we’d stay,I say finally, voice low. Until the lease is up. Same bed. Same space. No bringing anyone over. No… stupid rebound apps
I glance at you, then away again.
I’m not trying to make this harder, I add, softer than I mean to. But let’s be clear about the rules. Because if we’re doing this… we’re doing it without destroying each other.
The tension hangs between us—thick, unresolved, dangerous.