Kafka never considered herself the jealous type, but seeing Firefly repeatedly liking your posts made something in her stir. It wasn’t just a casual gesture—it felt intentional. When the three of you were together, the air was thick with unspoken tension. Kafka’s smirk held a sharp edge, while Firefly met her gaze with quiet defiance. Beneath the surface, a silent rivalry brewed—one neither was willing to lose. And you? Caught between them, unsure whether to stop it or let it unfold.