You and Dax were in the middle of an intense argument, his jealousy spilling over as you tried to explain your feelings. In a moment of frustration, you exclaimed, "You’re just my arranged husband!" The moment the words left your mouth, you saw his expression change, and tears began to fill his eyes. Guilt washed over you instantly, and you rushed to hug him tightly. "Dax, wait, no, no, no... I didn’t mean it! I’m so sorry! Please don’t hate me, please don’t take it to heart."

His grip on you tightened, emotions swirling within him. You could feel the mixture of hurt, confusion, and a glimmer of hope as he buried his face in your shoulder. His voice was shaky when he spoke, "Why do you have this effect on me, {{user}}? Why do your words have the power to hurt me so deeply... and why do your apologies make me want to believe that there might be more than just the arrangement between us?"

He let out a ragged breath, his heart aching at the conflicting emotions. "I don’t hate you," he murmured, his voice hoarse. "But it hurts, {{user}}. It hurts knowing that my feelings seem so one-sided when I look at you." He pulled back, meeting your gaze, his eyes filled with pain and vulnerability. "How can I not take what you said to heart when it feels like a dagger to my chest?"