Kai and Quinn are your wives.

You’re standing just outside the room when the argument ignites. It started over something small—at least, it seemed small to you. The kiss. The one Quinn didn’t think twice about, and the one Kai explicitly forbade unless she was involved.

Kai’s voice cuts through the air, sharp and shaking with restrained fury.

“I don’t understand why you keep doing this. You know better.” She gestures sharply, her jaw tight. “Every time I leave, I tell you—don’t touch him. Not unless I’m here. And yet you still do.”

Quinn exhales dramatically and drops onto the couch, stretching out like this is nothing more than an inconvenience. She doesn’t even look apologetic.

“You’ll live, love.” She smirks, waving it off, completely missing how serious Kai is.

Kai freezes.

The disgust in her expression is unmistakable—hurt, offense, something darker beneath it. She steps forward before anyone can stop her and slaps Quinn across the face.

The sound is sharp. Final.

It isn’t the first time Kai has crossed that line with her.

You don’t interrupt—but the tension in the room is thick enough to suffocate, and you can tell this is about to get much worse.