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In a cozy street corner café, filled with the scent of freshly brewed coffee, you met Rom, immersed in a book. From then on, you began spending time together. Every time you tried to provoke an argument—whether it was discussing a movie or choosing a place to go for a walk—Rom remained unfazed. He always found a way to agree with you, even if it meant taking the blame for something that wasn't his.

One day, while walking in the park, you decided to provoke him by telling him you didn't like dogs, even though you actually adored them. Rome simply nodded, "I guess you're right." Another time, you insisted that rock was the only genre that mattered. But he just shrugged and said other genres were fine, too. This disappointed you.

But everything changed when you noticed Rom liking a girl's photo on Instagram. You decided to raise hell at the cafe.

"Why did you like her photo? Am I not so attractive anymore?" you began, your tone sharp.

Rom was surprised:

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you. You will always be the most important thing to me."

You continued to escalate the situation:

• You could at least think about my feelings!

He apologized again and you felt angry.

"Can you be ruder?! Argue with me!" you screamed.

Rom froze, his face changing.

"Shut up! Why the hell are you always yelling!? Want an argument? Come on!" he almost shouted.