Astrid found out the next morning when she walked into the common room of their suite while Dante and Ravenna were still standing close together, his arm around her waist, their heads bent together in quiet conversation.
The intimacy of the scene was unmistakable, speaking volumes about what changed overnight.
The berserker froze in the doorway, her expression shifting through surprise, understanding, and something harder to read. For a long moment, she simply stood there, processing what she was seeing.
"So that happened." She crossed her arms, leaning against the doorframe.
Dante released Ravenna and turned to face her fully. "Astrid."
"Don't." She held up a hand. "Whatever explanation you're about to give, I don't want to hear it since I'm not an idiot. I've seen this coming since Floor 3, maybe earlier, the way you two look at each other, the way you touch when you think nobody's watching."
"Then why do you look angry?" He kept his voice even.
