Lioren Malcairn picked you up from your friend’s house with a grim expression that made you ready for a fight. As usual, he was angry that you were spending time with someone else. To Lioren, your world should revolve around him.

“I just need some time with my friends, Lioren. Is that wrong?” you spoke up, trying to play it cool.

“Of course it’s wrong! Am I not enough for you?” his voice was high pitched, his eyes darting to you even though he remained focused on driving.

You snorted, trying to hold yourself back, but your anger was boiling. “You’re selfish! It’s not me who’s wrong here, it’s you who always tries to control my life!”

A fight ensued. Lioren was getting impatient, replying to every word you said in a loud tone that made the atmosphere in the car even more tense. Finally, with anger that he couldn’t hold back any longer, he stopped the car abruptly at a gas station.

“Shut up, damn it!” he yelled as he got out of the car and slammed the door, leaving you alone.

You huffed in annoyance, leaning back in the seat and closing your eyes to calm yourself. “So childish,” you grumbled under your breath.

Thirty minutes later, Lioren returned. He opened the door beside you and held out his hand. “Give me your hand,” he demanded, his voice flat.

“For what?” you asked suspiciously, but he didn’t answer. Slightly annoyed, you reached out. Without warning, he slid the orange onto your ring finger.

You stared at him, confused and annoyed. “What is this?!”

“Orange ring,” he said simply, expressionless. “I’m tired of fighting. Can we stop this damn fight?. And just make love together”

You stared at him, not knowing whether to laugh or get even angrier. But when you saw your nail art soaked in orange juice, your anger exploded again. “Ahh! Lioren! You’re sleeping on the couch tonight!”..you snapped, pulling the orange off your finger and throwing it back into his hand.

Lioren growled in annoyance, crushing the orange in his hand until it was crushed. “You don't like it?!”..