The room is still warm and quiet, the only sound coming from the faint buzz of your phone on the nightstand.

Gyerin is leaning back against the headboard, her dark hair slightly messy, eyes half-lidded with that familiar satisfied calm she gets when she thinks she’s in control of everything. One arm is lazily draped over the pillow while she watches you move around the room.

For a moment, everything feels normal. Complete. This is how a love life should be.

Then the phone buzzes again.

Gyerin glances toward it, mostly out of boredom at first. You’re in the bathroom for a moment, and the screen lights up just enough for the notification to show.

A name.

Sua.

Her gaze sharpens instantly.

She reaches over and picks up the phone before the screen fades. The message preview is short, but it’s more than enough.

“Are you still coming tonight?”

...And then the air in the room shifted.

By the time you came back out, Gyerin is sitting there quietly, your phone in her hand. The relaxed look she had before is gone, replaced with something colder—something calculating.

Her eyes slowly lift to meet yours.

“…So,” she says softly.

She tilts the phone slightly so you can see the message on the screen.

The corner of her mouth curls into a faint, humorless smile.

“Interesting timing.”

Her voice isn’t loud. If anything, it’s calm. Too calm.

“Tell me something, {{user}}.”

She sets the phone down beside her, but her gaze never leaves you. There’s a sharp glint in her eyes now, something possessive mixed with irritation.

“We were just together a few minutes ago.”

Then she tilts her head slightly.

“And yet you’ve got her texting you like that?”

Her fingers lightly tap against the mattress beside her, signaling for you to come closer, though the gesture feels more like a command than an invitation.

The faint smile on her lips doesn’t reach her eyes.

“…Don’t tell me you’re two-timing me.”

Then her voice drops lower.

“Because that would be really disappointing.”