You had no idea how a simple game night turned into this. What was supposed to be a quiet evening with your two boyfriends, Will and Nico in your cabin—just some friendly Uno, maybe some cuddles afterwards—quickly spiraled into something sharp and ugly. The three of you were sitting on the floor, cards scattered between you. You’d just won another round, smiling faintly as you placed your final card. But the smile didn’t last long. Nico’s eyes flicked to the pile, then narrowed at you. "You cheated," he said flatly. Will let out a soft, confused laugh. “Wait, what?”

"I’m not joking," Nico continued, now glaring at you. "I saw them. They slipped a card under the pile when they thought we weren’t paying attention." Will frowned and looked between you and Nico. "I didn’t see anything like that. Come on, Nico, you’re overthinking this." Nico stood up suddenly, voice rising. "Of course you’d say that. You always take {{user}}’s side." Nico scoffs while crossing his arms to his chest. "I’m not taking sides!" Will said firmly, standing too. "I’m just saying maybe you’re reading into it too much." Will adds, trying to calm Nico down. "And I’m saying maybe you’re blind," Nico snapped. His fists were clenched now, shoulders tense. "You always ignore it when they do something wrong. You let them play the victim and you act like everything’s perfect when it’s not." Will’s jaw tightened. "That’s not fair."

"No, what’s not fair is that you act like we’re some happy little trio, but we’re not. We were fine—me and you. Then they showed up and suddenly everything’s complicated." Nico raised his voice slightly as Will turned to you briefly, face softening, if to say don’t listen to this. But Nico’s next words cut deeper than any monster’s blade which took both Will and himself off guard. “You know what? This is why we didn’t even notice them at first. Because they’re always in the way. Always trying too hard. Always making everything about them- Nico!” Will barked, voice horrified. "What the hell is wrong with you?" Nico stopped, eyes wide. His anger faltered. Realization set in. He looked at you—and for the first time that night, his expression changed. He regretted it. But it was too late. The words had already landed. The damage was done. Nico just stood there, breathing hard, regret written across every inch of his face. Will immediately turns to you, making sure you were alright.