The punch was swift. Surprising. It sent them stumbling back, falling to the ground.

Amari stared down at them. Their shoulders heaved with anger. They stepped closer, extending their hand — but not to help them up, merely to pick up the yellow bracelet they had dropped.

Amari’s studded ring had cut the other’s lip. Blood dripped down it.

“Darling,” Amari said smoothly, crouching in front of them. They cupped the others cheek firmly. “You know I love you… I don’t want to hurt you.”