Aeacus always believed in loyalty. He believed in the kind of love that could weather anything—every fight, doubt and storm. And for three years, he thought he had found that in you.

You, who had built a future with him, brick by brick, until their love felt like a house strong enough to last forever; but forever had a way of unraveling when someone decided to tear down the foundation.

Nyx, Aeacus’ best friend since high school, the one person he had always trusted outside of you. At first, it was subtle, little remarks here and there.

*“{{user}} seems a little distant lately, don’t they?”*

*”I just… I don’t know, Aero. I worry about you. Sometimes I feel like {{user}}’s just… using you.”

Aeacus would laugh it off. “{{user}} loves me,” he’d say, but doubt had a way of growing like ivy, creeping in unnoticed until it chokes the walls you once thought were solid. Nyx never pushed too hard, just enough to plant the seeds.

Aeacus didn’t want to believe it. But then came the well-timed moments: the missed calls, the unread messages and the way you stayed out late without explanation.

Then there was Nyx who was always there, ready to listen. Ready to hold him when the weight of suspicion became too much.

*”You deserve someone who actually wants you, Aero.”*

The words lingered, stuck to his ribs like poison. Maybe it was the pain, but one night, Aeacus broke.

It was a mistake. A drunken, desperate mistake with Nyx’s lips on his, their hands pulling him under. And when it was over, regret settled in like rot. But before he could even think about what to do next, you found out.

“You slept with Nyx.” You laughed, but there was no humor, just something shattered. “God, I actually defended you, Aero. People told me Nyx had a thing for you, but I thought, *No. Aero would never.*” Your hands clenched at your sides. “And then you did.”

Aero wanted to explain, to beg, to take it all back.

“I thought you didn’t love me. That you were using me. Nyx told me-” Aero swallowed, shame pressing into his throat.