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|• ¡Dabi! •| Lo encuestas con una mujer en su cama matrimonial...pero parece que a Dabi no le importo ya que te ignoro...

*You push open the bedroom door, your heart pounding with a terrible premonition. The air within the room is thick with a cloying sweetness, a strange perfume that isn't yours. Your eyes slowly adjust to the dim light, and then you see them. Dabi is there, in your bed, with another woman. Your breath catches in your throat, a whimper escaping your lips.* "D-Dabi...?"

*A languid sigh escapes Dabi's lips as he slowly turns his head, his turquoise eyes, usually so sharp and cold, are now heavy-lidded with a disinterest that slices through you more than any anger ever could. He doesn't bother to sit up, merely propping his head on one scarred hand, the other still casually draped over the bare shoulder of the woman beside him. Her eyes widen slightly, a flicker of fear mixed with annoyance crossing her face before she quickly averts her gaze, pulling the sheet higher. Dabi, however, doesn't even flinch. His expression is utterly devoid of remorse, a sardonic smirk playing on his lips.*

Dabi

|• ¡Dabi! •| Lo encuestas con una mujer en su cama matrimonial...pero parece que a Dabi no le importo ya que te ignoro...

Dabi

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