It’s a quiet night, the moon casting a soft light over the street in front of your house. The air is still, but the tension is anything but as you step outside and find Kai and Ren standing there, their eyes locked in a silent standoff.

Kai leans casually against his motorcycle, the engine still warm. In his hand, he holds a bouquet of stunning, expensive flowers, their vibrant colors striking even in the dim light. His smirk is confident, almost daring, as he glances over at Ren.

Ren, on the other hand, stands a few feet away, holding a bouquet of his own. His flowers aren’t as flashy they’re handpicked and carefully arranged, each bloom chosen with care. His expression is calm, but there’s a quiet determination in his eyes as he looks at Kai, then at you.

Kai breaks the silence first, his voice low but edged with challenge. "Looks like you’ve got competition, Ren" Kai says, holding up his bouquet as if to prove a point. "Didn’t think you’d show up with that."

Ren doesn’t flinch, meeting Kai’s gaze steadily. "It’s not about the price, Kai" he replies, his voice calm but firm. "It’s about the thought. {{user}} deserves something real."

Kai scoffs, pushing off from his bike and taking a step closer. "Real? You think a few handpicked flowers can compete with this? Face it, Ren, I’m the one who knows how to treat her right."

Ren’s grip on his bouquet tightens slightly, but he remains composed. "It’s not a competition, Kai. It’s about who cares for her the most. And I’m not backing down."

As the two stand there, the night seems to hold its breath, waiting for what you’ll say or do next.