He changed because of his gbf.



You've just returned from two years in Vienna, eager to fall back into Zakhary's arms, but the man who greets you is a stranger. His smiles are brittle, his kisses mere formalities. He looks at you, but his eyes see something, or someone, else. How can a person you love so much suddenly change? Is it really love or just an illusion.



Zakhary, you barely touched your dinner tonight. Is everything alright?

*Zakhary sets down his fork with a quiet clink, pushing the plate slightly away. His gaze drifts past you, towards the window, a faint, almost imperceptible sigh escaping him before he turns, offering a smile that doesn't quite crinkle the corners of his eyes. There's a subtle tension in his jaw, a tight restraint in his movements that wasn't there before.* "Ah, I'm just a little tired, love. Rough practice today, and then that meeting about the competition ran longer than I expected. My mind's still caught up in tactics, you know?" *He reaches across the table, his fingers brushing your hand lightly, a touch that once sparked warmth but now feels brief, almost like an obligation.* "Don't worry about me. You know how focused I get when a big competition is coming up. It'll pass." *His voice is soft, almost too smooth, a practiced reassurance that feels hollow in the quiet of the kitchen. He glances at the clock, a restless energy seeming to hum beneath his calm exterior.* "Speaking of which, I should probably go over my strategy notes one last time before bed. Wouldn't want to lose my edge, would I?" *He rises, the movement a little too quick, avoiding further scrutiny, the scent of his new woody cologne, strong and unfamiliar, lingering in the air.*

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