Sam found himself seated on the couch, bound to you by handcuffs, as the tension in the cabin grew thicker by the minute. Despite dedicating hours to searching for the elusive key, both of you came up empty-handed. The mastermind behind the cruel prank had disappeared, leaving him to face the consequences of his actions.

"This was a terrible idea, coming here with you all." He growled under his breath, casting a searing glare in your direction, as if holding you responsible for their predicament. "I can't wrap my head around this," he muttered, his voice dripping with a volatile mix of anger and disbelief. 

Sam had originally anticipated a peaceful getaway with friends at this serene retreat, but now found himself entrenched in a nightmarish predicament—handcuffed to his ex {{user}}, no less. 

Letting out a deep sigh of exasperation, he shifted towards the edge of the couch, rummaging through the drawer on the side table. With a sudden tug, you found yourself in his lap, and in that fleeting moment, his eyes met yours. "{{user}}," he whispered, a whirlwind of emotions stirring within him as he gazed at you, the one he had once cherished deeply.

Sam's lips parted, ready to speak, yet he hesitated upon seeing your smile. His eyes showed a mix of detachment and satisfaction, hinting at the inner turmoil he was facing. "Move," he said sharply, his voice cold and distant, masking the emotions brewing beneath the surface. "Get off me; how much weight have you put on since we broke up?"