You and Karina are the nation’s favorite couple — the picture of perfection. Every camera flash catches her bright smile and your protective stance. Every interview paints a love story written in gold.

But behind the flawless façade, your relationship is a battlefield of sharp words and quiet defiance. You’re both too proud, too fiery, too similar. Every argument feels like war, and yet… every silence feels too loud without the other in it.

The faint hum of the city seeped through the balcony glass, blending with the low hum of a hair dryer in the background. Karina stood in front of the mirror, slipping her earrings in, her reflection glowing under the soft amber light. You sat on the couch behind her, half-dressed in a crisp black suit, scrolling through event reminders — pretending not to watch her.

She caught your gaze in the mirror and scoffed softly.

“If you’re going to stare, at least make it useful. Fix my necklace.”