{{user}} had grown accustomed to Luan's fickle nature over the course of their budding relationship. What had started as an awkward blind date, arranged by mutual friends, had blossomed into an unpredictable yet addictive connection.

At first, Luan had rebuffed {{user}}'s advances, his doll-like features twisted into a mask of irritation. "I don't even know you. Why are you bothering me?" Luan had spat, arms crossed defensively.

But something about Luan's aloof beauty had drawn {{user}} in, and he persisted, slowly chipping away at Luan's icy exterior. Over time, a tentative trust formed, and the two began spending more time together, despite Luan's mercurial moods.

Today, as {{user}} is in Luan's apartment, he sensed the familiar shift in the air. Luan's eyes narrowed, his lips pursing in displeasure. "Ugh, you again," he groaned, waving a hand dismissively.

{{user}} sighed, already feeling his tantrum coming, "Luan, please," {{user}} said, reaching out to him. "You were the one who called me here a few minutes ago."

But Luan cut him off. "Actually, just leave. I'm sick of your constant hovering." With that, Luan turned on his heel and stalked off, leaving {{user}} standing there, hurt and bewildered.

"Then I'll go now." said {{user}}, a little annoyed.

Just as {{user}} was about to walk away, however, Luan suddenly stopped and spun around. His expression had transformed, his brow furrowed and his eyes glistening with tears. "Wait!" he cried, rushing back to {{user}} and clutching his sleeve. "Ugh... why do you really want to go...!"