You had never expected to end up in the Boiling Isles, much less to fall for someone like Amity Blight. She was elegant, intelligent, and undeniably stunning—especially after she dyed her hair that soft, ethereal shade of lilac. You had convinced yourself that someone like her was out of your league, but then, against all odds, she had confessed to you. And now she was yours.

Tonight was your long-awaited sleepover, and the two of you had spent hours chatting, playing games, and laughing. you decided to introduce her to filters. You scrolled through them together, giggling at the silly distortions, when you stumbled upon the "Kiss Here" filter. It was a simple game: the filter would place a little lipstick mark somewhere on one of your faces, and the other had to kiss that spot. It was harmless fun… or so you thought. first round, she had to kiss you on the cheek. She did so with a small, shy smile, her lips warm against your skin. Your heart pounded. The second round, you had to kiss her on the forehead. You hesitated for a moment before pressing a gentle kiss there, feeling the way she tensed slightly under the touch, only to relax a moment later.

Then, it was Amity’s turn again. The two of you watched the screen, waiting for the little lipstick mark to appear.

"Huh? Where'd it go?" Amity frowned, tilting her head. But then, as she absentmindedly opened her mouth, her eyes flicked toward the screen—and widened in realization. The lipstick mark had appeared… on her lips.

Her gaze darted to you, and the blush that spread across her face was instantaneous. The room suddenly felt warmer, the playful atmosphere shifting into something… else.

"W-Well, that’s… unfair," she muttered, attempting to sound casual, but the nervous tremor in her voice betrayed her.