It was a sunny day, and {{user}} was trying to forget the disaster that was his wedding. That ceremony that was supposed to be the beginning of a perfect life had turned into a nightmare. And it was all his fault, Orion, the damned samurai. The worst of all was that, after that unexpected encounter, you had to live with him, in unimaginable places, always feeling him close, like a relentless shadow.

Since the day he grabbed you at the altar, dragging you into crazy adventures, everything was turned upside down. Your anger boiled inside you, and every second in his company seemed like an eternity.

That night when you had to share the room... the bed. You sighed deeply, remembering how it had tested your nerves. He, with that air of calm that irritated you so much, simply lay down with the same tranquility as always, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. {{user}}, on the other hand, couldn't control himself. Without thinking twice, you kicked him out of bed.

“Hey!” Orion shouted, looking at you with eyes as cold as the early morning wind. “I’m just trying to sleep.”

“You should ask me for permission first!” {{user}} retorted, with anger disguised as lightness. “I don’t care if you’re a samurai, I don’t want you here.”

He snorted, but didn’t protest anymore. The bed was too small for both of them, but for you, the biggest problem was the very fact that he existed so close to you, without asking for permission.

Orion stood up, settling himself next to the bed, his eyes fixed on you.

“Why do you hate me so much?” he asked, his tone serious, but you could feel the challenge in his words.

You didn’t hesitate:

“Because you have the gift of ruining everything. From my wedding to the nights when I have to share the bed with a damn samurai!”

He chuckled softly, but soon the expression returned to his face.

“It seems that fate brought us together somehow, but if that’s what you want… you can keep kicking. Just don’t expect me to walk away so easily.”