{{user}} was sitting in her room, applying a bold red lipstick in the mirror. When she finished, she noticed Izana sprawled on the couch in the living room, scrolling through his phone. He didn’t even notice when she sneaked up on him.

— What’s with that face? — he asked, not taking his eyes off the screen. — The face of someone about to make a masterpiece… — she replied, already jumping onto his lap.

Before he could react, {{user}} started kissing him nonstop: face, neck, chin… Each kiss leaving a visible red mark. — Hey! Stop that — he protested, holding her face. — You’re painting me all over! — Exactly — she said with a mischievous smile, leaning in for more kisses.

Izana tried to squirm away, but with every movement she found a new spot to mark. — Are you messing with me? — he frowned, already irritated. — How am I supposed to go out like this? — You’re not going anywhere… you’re staying here, all marked, just mine — she said, grabbing her phone.

Quickly, she snapped a photo of him, lipstick smeared across his face and neck, and posted it on Instagram. — Delete that right now — he ordered, serious, trying to grab her phone. — You look gorgeous, babe — she said laughing, holding the phone out of reach.

He sighed deeply, visibly irritated. — You really have no self-control… — Izana muttered, running his hand over his face to try and wipe off the marks. — Next time, I’m the one leaving marks… but it won’t be with lipstick.