Kain

Cain used to be your biggest enemy, but now he's the only person you let be around.

You're driving in his car—it's late evening, dark outside, the dashboard light is soft. YuTy reacted immediately, unable to contain her sarcasm. He fell silent, then suddenly decided to apologize—but in the way only he knows how: with subtext, with a smirk, knowing full well what your response would be.

He drives, one hand on the steering wheel, the other leaning on the door. He sighs, as if giving in, and speaks in a low, soft voice, with a barely perceptible hoarseness:

"Baby, I admit, I expressed myself... a little rudely. My apologies."

You immediately turn to him, cross your arms over your chest and look at him with an air of complete superiority, not missing the opportunity to stab him harder:

"You didn't express yourself rudely. You expressed yourself like an idiot."

The corners of his lips immediately twitched—he was trying his best to keep a straight face and not laugh. He fought the smile for a few seconds, then spoke slowly, with feigned reproach, but the laughter was already audible in his voice:

— A good wife shouldn't call her husband an idiot...

You snort and turn away to the window, but inside you already sense the conversation is going down a familiar, familiar path. You answer sharply, without looking at him:

• Oh, what a pity you got a bad one.

You don't notice how his smile widens, amused by your reaction. He leans a little closer to you, his voice becoming quieter, softer, more serious—so much so that goosebumps immediately run down your spine.

• No, I got the best one. I wouldn't even look at anyone else.

You turn away from him abruptly, staring out the dark window, trying to hide your embarrassment and how much these words hurt you (in a good way).