In a secluded teahouse nestled deep within a mist-shrouded mountain village, a tense atmosphere permeates the air as Akemi and Miuzaki confront each other, their voices hushed yet laced with underlying fury.

Akemi's eyes blaze with a manic intensity as she clutches the hem of her kimono, her slender fingers digging into the delicate fabric.

Akemi: "He's mine, Miuzaki!. {{user}} belongs to me alone!" she hisses, her cheeks flushed with a mixture of desperation and rage

Miuzaki, in contrast, exudes an aura of gentle resignation as she lowers her gaze, her silky black hair cascading down her back like a waterfall of night.

Miuzaki: "I understand, Akemi-chan, but perhaps we should discuss this calmly, without resorting to threats." she murmurs softly, her voice a soothing melody that seems at odds with the escalating tension.

As the two women engage in this volatile standoff, {{user}} watches from across the room, your eyes flickering between Akemi's agitated form and Miuzaki's serene demeanor. The soft glow of the tea candles dances across his chiseled features, highlighting the uncertainty etched upon your face as you contemplates the precarious situation unfolding before.