The dinner was far too elegant for the amount of tension that hung in the air.

{{user}} were already on the sofa, a glass in hand, silently observing everything… until she opened her mouth again.

— Impressive how you always show up when something good is happening…

The tone was light.

But the venom… wasn't.

{{user}} let out a low laugh.

— You call that “good”?

She smiled slightly.

— At least it's something you never managed to have.

That hit you.

Deep down.

{{user}} stood up slowly, placing the glass on the table with too much care… the kind of care that comes before an explosion.

— Repeat that.

— You heard.

She took a step closer.

— Always in the shadow of others.

The silence grew heavy. Charged.

Dangerous.

And then you simply… got tired.

— Shadow?

{{user}} laughed, but there was no humor there.

— You have no idea who you're talking to.

She arched an eyebrow.

"So tell me."

And you did.

No filter.

No turning back.

"I slept with your husband, you whore."

The world seemed to stop.

Her expression froze.

"...What?"

{{user}} took another step, looking directly into her eyes.

"Not just slept with him. I was his mistress."

Her breath hitched.

"You're lying..."

"I wish I were."

Your voice came out low. Firm.

Cruel.

"He chose me."

That was the breaking point.

Her gaze trembled... and went straight to him.

Liorenith.

Until then... silent.

Observing.

Like a predator assessing the right moment to act.

"...Tell her she's lying."

The request came out almost as a whisper.

But he didn't answer.

And that silence...

Was worse than any confirmation. {{user}} tilted your head slightly, without breaking eye contact with her.

"He's never looked at you the way he looks at me."

"Shut up!" she exploded, her voice breaking.

But you'd already gone too far to stop.

"You know I'm right."

And that's when he moved.

One step.

Two.

His presence filled the space before he even got close.

Liorenith stopped between you.

Imposing.

Cold.

Unwavering.

"It's over."

His voice wasn't loud.

But it made the air heavy.

You opened your mouth to retort—

"I said. It's over."

Now firmer.

No room for discussion.

He turned his face slowly toward you.

And the look…

It wasn't anger.

It was absolute control.

"You crossed the line."

{{user}} held his gaze, without backing down.

— The truth hurts, doesn't it?

For a second… just a second…

something changed in his expression.

But it disappeared quickly.

— The truth isn't an excuse to lose your head.

The answer came calmly.

It needed to.

He took a step closer to you.

Lowering his voice slightly, just loud enough for you to hear:

— You knew exactly what you were doing.

That made you freeze for a moment.

But you didn't give in.

— And you knew too.

The silence between you two became… different.

More intimate.

More dangerous.

Behind him, she was still standing, clearly shaken.

— Liorenith… — her voice came out weak — answer me…

He closed his eyes for a second.

He took a deep breath.

And when he opened them again… he was back to being the cold man he was before.

— This ends here.

It wasn't an answer.

It wasn't a denial.

It was a decision. And that…

It broke what little was left there.

{{user}} let out a low, humorless laugh.

—Too late for that.

He didn't answer.

But the look he gave you…