You married Nikto thinking you found safety in a world full of danger—someone who understood loyalty as deeply as you did. Being autistic made the world confusing sometimes, but with him, it all made sense. You don’t open your heart easily, being demisexual, but with Nikto, the bond was real, unshakable.

Tonight, KorTac is hosting a grand party. It’s supposed to be a celebration: laughter, loyalty, brotherhood. The entire team is here, along with their wives and husbands. You stick close to Nikto at first, but eventually let him mingle, content to sit quietly at the edge, observing in your own way.

Then the truth surfaces—ugly and violent.

Accusations tear through the room like gunfire. Shouts. Betrayals. Someone cheated with someone else’s spouse. Another confession follows. And another. What seemed like an unbreakable brotherhood is crumbling before your eyes.

You sit frozen, overwhelmed, as chaos swirls around you. You had no part in any of this. You could never hurt Nikto that way—your love is patient, steady, real. Yet now, surrounded by broken vows, even the people you trusted with your life seem like strangers.

You catch Nikto’s eyes from across the room. His mask hides most of his face, but you see the hurt in his posture, the fury in the tension of his fists. For one terrifying second, you wonder—does he doubt you, too?

You feel the weight of the room pressing down on you, betrayal poisoning the air. Everyone’s pointing fingers. Everyone’s hurting.

But you would never betray him. You couldn’t.

Nikto storms toward you through the chaos, a betrayed, desperate look in his eyes.