The morning light softly flooded the room, but the atmosphere was far from peaceful.

Zarik was already awake, sitting on the edge of the bed, his body tense, his eyes fixed on some empty space. He seemed distant… as if he were carrying something he didn't want to share.

{{user}] slowly opened your eyes, observing him for a few seconds.

This had been wrong for months.

Without saying anything, you approached from behind, sliding your arms around his waist and pressing your body against his. Your lips touched his neck in a slow kiss.

"Zarik…" you whispered, your voice soft, "can we… now?"

He frowned immediately, holding your arms firmly, but without violence.

"No," he replied curtly, "it's still morning."

Just like that.

Just like that.

{{user}} remained silent for a second, absorbing it… until you let out a low, humorless laugh.

"Seriously?" murmured, slowly pulling away, "is this how it is with you now?"

He turned his face away, already annoyed.

"Don't start."

But you had already started.

His gaze hardened, and the pain turned to irritation.

"Funny…" you said, crossing your arms, "you don't want it with me anymore."

He took a deep breath, clearly losing his patience.

"Stop it."

{{user}} took a step closer, facing him directly.

"But with your mistress…" your voice lowered, sharp, "then you have the guts, huh?"

A heavy silence fell over the room.

Zarik froze.

His gaze changed instantly, but he didn't answer.

And that was enough.

Your chest tightened, but you didn't look away.

"Say it's a lie," you demanded, your voice lower now, "just say it."

He ran a hand over his face, avoiding your gaze.

"You shouldn't touch my things."