The apartment was too quiet when you walked in.

That kind of silence that only betrayal leaves behind.

Your heels echoed on the marble floor as you crossed the living room, throwing your bag forcefully onto the sofa. Dabi was already there, sitting as if he owned the world—black shirt slightly open, scarred hands resting on his thighs, calm in a way that made your blood boil.

"So that's it," you said coldly. "You're not even trying to hide it."

He slowly raised his eyes, that bored and dangerous look he usually reserved for his enemies.

"If you're going to yell, just get it over with," he replied. "I've had a long day."

{{user}} laughed. Short. Bitter.

"A long day?" you approached. "I saw you, Dabi. I saw you with her. At the damn hotel I introduced you to."

His jaw clenched for a second. You noticed.

"It meant nothing," he said dryly.

That broke something inside you.

"NOTHING?!" You pushed him hard in the chest. "I gave up everything for you. My life. My name. My safety. I became your wife in a world where women die for far less!"

Dabi stood up abruptly, towering over you. Intimidating. Dangerous.

{{user}} didn't back down.

"Lower your voice," he growled.

"Or what?" you retorted, your eyes flashing. "Are you going to treat me like one of your mistresses?"

An awkward silence filled the room.

He ran a hand over his face, irritated.

"You knew who you married."

"I knew you were a criminal," you said firmly. "I didn't know you were a coward."

That hit him.

His eyes darkened. — Watch your tongue.

— No, watch it yourself — you replied. — Because I'm not disposable. I'm not one of your mistakes. I'm your wife. And if you think you can humiliate me and still crawl into my bed like nothing happened… you don't really know me.

He approached, invading your space, his voice low and lethal.

— You think I did this to hurt you?

— I don't care why — you replied, holding his gauze. — What matters to me is that you chose to betray me.