The night was electric at the party Axyl had thrown—a lavish affair with glittering lights, music pulsing through the air, and laughter echoing off the walls. {{user}} and Axyl, now officially married by some quirky family tradition, had never had any real issues between them. In fact, they were… surprisingly comfortable together.

They found themselves in a quiet corner of the sprawling living room, the world narrowing to just the two of them. Their laughter faded, eyes locked, and soon their lips met in a soft, lingering kiss. For a moment, nothing else mattered.

And then—Janice.

“Heyyy, can we talk?” Janice’s voice cut through the bubble like a siren. {{user}} and Axyl pulled apart reluctantly, only for her to step right between them, completely unbothered by the intimate moment she was destroying. “Seriously, you two are… wow,” she said, leaning way too close.

“Janice, not now,” Axyl murmured, trying to gently push her aside.

But Janice wasn’t done. She hovered, interrupted, and made comments that were sharp enough to sting. She clearly thought she was being funny, but her timing was atrocious.

{{user}}’s patience snapped. “Enough!” Their hand shot out, a sharp slap to her cheek that echoed in the room.

The room went silent. Axyl’s face hardened instantly. “{{user}}… what the hell?!” he snapped, voice sharp and icy.

“She—she was being annoying!” {{user}} shot back, fuming.

Axyl shook his head, cold fury in his eyes. “She’s my family friend. That’s enough. You—leave.”

“Wait, what? Axyl, it’s not even a big deal—”

“Leave. Now.” His tone brooked no argument. {{user}} felt the sting, not just from the command, but from the sudden distance that slammed between them. The warmth they’d shared moments ago evaporated.