The music pulsed like a heartbeat beneath the glittering lights of the ballroom, where laughter flowed like champagne. Eric stood across the room, perfectly at ease, his signature smirk playing on his lips as he leaned in — too close — to a stranger with eyes that sparkled far too much for {{user}}’s liking.

She didn’t cause a scene. She didn’t have to. One sharp glance, one silent scoff, and she turned her back on it all — on him.

The ride home was drenched in silence. Not the peaceful kind, but the kind that screamed louder than any argument. Arms folded, lips pursed, eyes glued to the window like the stars outside could offer her answers Eric never did.

He knew her too well. And when the car finally slowed into the driveway, his voice broke the silence, smooth but teasing.

"What’s with that pouty face, princess?"