Three days of domestic bliss later, they had their first real fight as a couple.
It started small, the way most fights do—not with grand declarations or dramatic confrontations, but with a misunderstanding that spiraled.
Adrian had made plans to study with Elena without telling Dante.
It hadn't seemed like a big deal at the time. Thursday afternoons had been Adrian and Elena's standing study session since the beginning of the semester—they had the same English literature class and Professor Martinez's assignments were notoriously dense. They'd been meeting every Thursday at the library for weeks.
Except this Thursday, Dante had shown up at Adrian's dorm expecting to find him there.
Instead, he found an empty room and no message explaining where Adrian had gone.
When Adrian returned two hours later, humming under his breath and juggling his backpack and a coffee from the library café, Dante was sitting on Adrian's bed with his jaw tight and his shoulders rigid.
