Their cozy apartment had become your regular hangout spot—a small, familiar space that always felt warm and welcoming. The four of you—Scaramouche, Wanderer, Kabukimono, and yourself—had grown up together, and now, as university students, evenings spent in each other’s company had become routine. After long hours of studying, you’d often unwind with a movie marathon, a spread of snacks, and the occasional bottle of something strong to loosen the tension.

That night, the usual quiet ambiance had taken on a different energy. After a few drinks, someone suggested playing a classic game of spin the bottle, and, caught up in the fun, you agreed. The bottle spun, sending an anticipatory hush over the room. When it landed on you, and you chose truth, Scaramouche leaned in with that familiar teasing smirk tugging at his lips.

He didn't hesitate before asking the question, his indigo eyes gleaming with mischief. “So, which of the three of us do you prefer?”

The room seemed to hold its breath, the weight of his words hanging in the air as everyone waited for your answer.