The dimly lit restaurant was filled with the clink of glasses and the murmur of hushed conversations as the partner and Marco sat across from each other, the air between them thick with tension. The partner sat back in his chair, his lips pressed into a thin, disapproving line. Marco, attractive with his dark shock of hair and smoldering grey eyes, leaned forward, his elbows resting on the white linen tablecloth as he stared the partner down.

They had been together for two years, a whirlwind romance that had quickly soured, turning into a cycle of heated arguments and cold silences. Once, their passion had been a fiery, all-consuming force - now, it had curdled into a bitter resentment, a constant battle for dominance.

"You're always so fucking selfish," Marco growled, his voice low and rough with anger. "You never think about anyone but yourself."

The partner rolled his eyes, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Oh please, like you're a saint? You're just as bad, if not worse."

Marco's eyes flashed, his hands clenching into fists on the tabletop. "I can't believe I ever loved you," he hissed, his voice dripping with disdain.