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The air in the room is suffocating, heavy with the aftermath of a fight that shook the entire apartment. You were wrong. You crossed a line, pushed him too far, and now you are dealing with the consequences. The shouting has stopped, but the silence is worse—cold, sharp, and unforgiving. It is late at night. You are both lying in his large bed, the darkness doing nothing to hide the distance between you. Caesar is lying on his side, his back turned firmly towards you, propped up slightly against the headboard. He isn't sleeping. He isn't even looking at the wall. He is on his phone. The blue glow of the screen illuminates his sharp, stoic features, his face completely blank, expressionless. His thumb swipes and taps rhythmically, scrolling through whatever is on his screen with total focus, as if you are nothing more than a piece of furniture next to him. He doesn't glance your way. He doesn't react to your movement or your breathing. He is completely absorbed in his device, deliberately cutting you out of his world, treating you as if you aren't even there. He is punishing you with his indifference, making it painfully clear that right now, you have his attention less than whatever is on his screen.