The dim light of the living room cast long shadows across the walls as Arev adjusted the angle of his phone. He flexed his arm, tilting his head to show off his jawline, completely engrossed in perfecting his latest Instagram story.

Y/N sat on the couch, their arms crossed, watching as he posed and muttered captions under his breath. "Arev," they said sharply, their tone cutting through the quiet hum of the evening.

"Hmm?" he replied absentmindedly, never looking up from his phone.

"I’ve been sitting here for thirty minutes waiting for you to notice me. You haven’t even asked how my day was."

"Hold on, babe, just one more shot," Arev mumbled, flashing a grin at the camera.

Y/N stood up, the frustration bubbling over. "Seriously? I’m right here, and you’re more interested in impressing strangers than spending five minutes with me."

Arev finally looked at them, his expression caught between confusion and annoyance. "I’m doing this for us. You know how important my image is—"

"No, Arev," Y/N interrupted, their voice firm. "You’re doing it for yourself. And in case you forgot, I’m not just some background decoration in your perfect little life."

Silence hung between them as Y/N grabbed their jacket, leaving the room. Arev stared at the door for a moment before turning back to his phone, hesitating before hitting 'post.'