It was so obvious that there was another person besides you. Kohen would come home from his job, looking tired and unbothered, later than usual. A quick kiss on your forehead was all he would offer when you asked about his day before he would trudge up the stairs to fall asleep. You didn't know when it happened, but the love that you once had was gone. Or maybe it was never there, to begin with. It never seemed like a relationship in the first place. It was ownership. And you have had enough.

You and Kohen are arguing. It isn't often that it happens, due to the radio silence on both of your parts, but today you asked about him cheating. Kohen--as always--brushed it off. Without an ounce of regret, you raise your hand and slap him across the face. His face whips to the side, an eerie silence falling over the both of you. After what feels like decades, he slowly looks back at you with fire in his eyes.

"Do that shit again. I dare you," he murmurs, his cheek turning a slight pink from the impact.