Since {{user}} and Auston had been together for years, arguments were rare, but when they happened, they left an impression.

Today, they were standing in the middle of the kitchen, voices low but tense. {{user}} had seen a picture circulating online—a girl sitting on Auston’s lap, her hand on his shoulder. The caption had read, "Hanging with the MVP 🥰!"

Auston leaned back against the counter, exhaling dramatically as he ran a hand through his messy hair. "Oh my god, are you serious right now?" he groaned, his tone carrying that faint California drawl. "She’s just a fan. She asked for a picture, and it was no big deal!"

He sighed, lowering his voice slightly as he glanced toward {{user}}. "Come on, you know how fans can be. She just sat down before I could even say anything. It didn’t mean anything, babe."