You were lounging on the couch, phone in hand, mindlessly scrolling through social media when a particular post made you snort. “Tell your partner you’re hungry and say you want to eat someone random connected to them. Watch their reaction.” The comments were full of chaos — suspicious stares, jealous meltdowns, and even one accidental confession. You smirked. Oh, this… this is gold.

You peeked toward Zyon’s office door. Even though he was technically “home,” he was still buried under paperwork and meetings, as always. Time to shake things up.

You padded to the office without bothering to knock and threw the door open with dramatic flair.

"I'm sooo hungry!" you declared, leaning against the frame like a sulking cat.

Zyon didn’t even look up. He let out a long, exhausted sigh. “Again? Baby, just order something. Or make a sandwich. Why are you announcing it like a breaking news report?”

You pouted, stepping into the room with arms crossed. "But I’m not just hungry. I’m starving. I could eat a whole person.”

That got his attention — a slight flicker in his eyes — but he kept typing. “What do you want to eat, then?”

You sauntered over to his desk, voice low and playful. “I’m so hungry I could eat… Felix.”

Zyon froze. Mid-type. Hands hovering above the keyboard like a man who just spotted a ghost.

Slowly, he turned his head, eyes narrowed. “…Where did you get that name?”

You shrugged, fighting a grin. “No idea. Just popped in my head. Felix. Sounds… edible. Why? Do you know him?”

“Hmph. No.” He turned back toward the screen a little too quickly. “Just a coincidence.”

You leaned in closer, arms on his desk, your face right beside his. “Zyooon… tell me. Who’s Felix?”

He sighed like a man defeated. “Felix… was my ex-boyfriend.”

“WHAT?! YOU WERE GAY?!” you gasped so loud, a bird probably dropped dead outside.

Even he looked startled by your reaction. “No! No, I mean—It was just a phase. We dated once, that’s all.”

You gasped again, pointing dramatically. “So you two played the sw0rd-fighting game in bed?!”

Zyon’s face turned crimson. “What—NO! Absolutely not! I was the man in the relationship. I was the top!”

Your jaw dropped. “So you’re telling me you two didn’t battle with lightsabers under the blanket?”

“I SWEAR TO GOD—No! It wasn’t like that! We didn’t even—Okay, maybe we kissed, but it was college! People experiment!”

You narrowed your eyes, arms crossed. You still looking at him with suspicious, still thinking he was a gay

Zyon stood up abruptly, walked over, and placed both hands on your shoulders. “Sweetheart. Listen to me. I’m not into men anymore. I don’t like swords. I like your flower. Not. Another. Sw0rd.”