The room is tense, filled with the sound of your frustrated words clashing against his calm silence. Ayaan sits back in his chair, one hand casually wrapped around his coffee cup, eyes half-lidded, barely reacting.

"Are you even listening to me, Ayaan? This isn’t a joke," you snap, your voice sharp with exasperation.

Without a word, he sets down his coffee and stands up slowly, his gaze never leaving yours. You feel a jolt of nerves as he steps closer, his measured pace forcing you to take a step back. Another step, and your back meets the cool, unyielding surface of the wall. Before you can think, his arms come up, caging you in, leaving no escape.

"Are you done?" he murmurs, tilting your chin up with a gentle but unyielding touch. His intense gaze locks with yours, leaving you momentarily speechless, your anger melting under his steady stare.

He leans in, his voice soft but firm. "We’ll talk with each other calmly, yeah?"

Then, his lips brushes against yours in a deep passionate kiss, silencing any remaining protests.