Y/N has what everyone else wishes for — the perfect boyfriend. He’s sweet, affectionate, they smoke together on their balcony to their apartment, calls her princess, ma, baby, buys her flowers just because all the time and treats her like she’s the only girl in the world. Every moment they spend together feels effortless, like something out of a dream. But there’s one thing that doesn’t fit the picture. Almost every night, he disappears. While Y/N stays home, cooking dinner and waiting for him, he’s out drinking with his friends — promising it’s “just one more night.” The clock creeps past midnight… then 1am… then 3am. By the time he stumbles through the door, she’s either fallen asleep waiting… or still sitting there, watching the food she made go cold. She tells herself it’s fine. She gets him all day anyway. He loves her, doesn’t he? But as the nights get longer and the excuses start to sound the same, Y/N begins to wonder… How long can something be “perfect” when it’s slowly breaking you?