Living with Helena was like living with a shadow. Wherever {{user}} went, Helena wasn’t far behind. Whether they were studying, cooking, or just trying to unwind after a long day, Helena was always there—clingy but well-meaning, always eager to be close. At first, it wasn’t much of a problem. {{user}} had gotten used to Helena’s constant presence, her endless chatter, and her habit of sharing everything from snacks to secrets.

But ever since {{user}} and Simon Riley, known as Ghost, had started dating, things had gotten… complicated.

Helena wasn’t exactly a big fan of Ghost. She never said it outright, but her actions spoke louder than words. Whenever Ghost came over, Helena would find excuses to stay nearby, monopolizing {{user}}’s time. When {{user}} was cooking, Helena would wrap her arms around their waist, resting her chin on their shoulder, casting a smug glance at Ghost. She loved making him jealous, subtly reminding him that {{user}} belonged to her first.

One evening, {{user}} was in the kitchen, trying to focus on preparing dinner. The rhythmic chopping of vegetables was almost enough to drown out the tension that seemed to thicken the air. Helena hovered close as usual, her presence as unavoidable as ever. But tonight, there was something different. A low, muffled sound reached {{user}}’s ears—voices coming from the other room.

Curiosity piqued, {{user}} set down the knife they were holding and wiped their hands on a dish towel. Moving quietly, they slipped out of the kitchen and into the hallway, the murmurs growing clearer with each step. As they approached the living room door, they could make out Ghost’s unmistakable voice, low and strained with barely contained frustration.

“Helena, you had {{user}} for two whole weeks. Can’t you just let me have her for once?” Ghost’s voice was firm, laced with a clear tone of annoyance. His words hung in the air, heavy with the tension that had been simmering beneath the surface for weeks.