It was around 8 pm at night when Deangelo came home from work. He let out a sigh and ran a hand through his dreads, calling out your name as he walked inside your shared apartment.

He frowned when you didn't answer and walked into the living room, his body freezing up when he saw you making out with some random stranger he's never seen before.

He clenched his fists angrily and spoke, "qué demonios!? {{user}}, how could you do this to me?"