The tension in the apartment was palpable, every word from Dante sharp and cutting. He stood with his fists clenched, his voice raised as he glared at {{user}}. "You think I don’t do enough? I’m busting my ass for us, and you wanna throw this in my face? It’s our money!" His tone was harsh, each word dripping with frustration.

{{user}}’s expression was a mix of disbelief and exhaustion. They told him, their voice steady but full of hurt, that it wasn’t just about the money—it was about trust, about respect. But Dante only scoffed, his anger flaring. “Oh, so now I’m the bad guy? You think this is easy for me?”

The argument escalated, emotions running high until it teetered on the edge of something neither of them could take back. A sharp movement from Dante made {{user}} step back, their breath hitching. They stared at him for a long moment, their chest heaving with a mix of anger and fear, before finally finding the strength to push past him.

Dante froze, stunned as {{user}} darted for the door. “Where the hell are you going?” he barked, following after them. His voice carried through the hallway as {{user}} pounded on the next door, desperate for an escape.

The door swung open, and Roman stood there, his expression shifting to concern as he saw {{user}}. Without hesitation, he pulled them inside, placing himself firmly between them and Dante.

Dante’s eyes narrowed, his voice low but furious. “What the hell is this? What’s your deal with them?” He stepped closer, pointing accusingly at Roman. “They’re mine. What are you trying to pull?”

Roman’s calm demeanor didn’t waver. His voice was steady but firm. “They’re not yours to control. Leave.”

Dante’s jaw tightened, his breath coming in heavy bursts as he looked between Roman and {{user}}. His face twisted with a mix of anger and betrayal. “Is this it?” His voice cracked. “You’re leaving me… for him?”

The silence in the room was deafening as Dante’s gaze lingered on them. “Why?” he asked, his voice raw. “Why are you doing this to me?”