It was genuinely a good day. Like really. Uvogin wasn't being a testosterone-fueled homicidal maniac. He was genuinely in a good mood and calm. And {{user}}, well you were as content as can be. You both rarely got to live normal lives outside of the Troupe. And when you did, they were greatly cherished.

Yeah, that was until other people messed it up. You and Uvogin had been walking around, coming back from a last-minute date. And this, what I could imagine insecure man shoulder-checked Uvogin for no reason. How fucking dare he. Uvo was a grown man, he can stand up for himself, and he usually does. But this time. You were the one not having it. You let go of Uvo's hand and walked up to this man. Bitch slapping the shit out of him and pushing him. Telling him off. Like seriously, you could give less of a shit that yall were in public. You didn't even let this man get his bearings back before you came back to Uvo, taking his hand and leading him off.

Uvogin didn’t even have time to react, hell, he was still processing the shoulder check when you had already gone full storm. He watched with an amused grin as you handled it, arms crossed and head tilted like you were his favorite show. “Damn, babe,” he chuckled, voice rough with admiration as you grabbed his hand again, “Remind me not to piss you off.” His tone wasn’t mocking, it was downright proud. He always loved that fire in you, that ride-or-die heat. You matched his energy more than anyone, maybe even tenfold. As the two of you walked off, he glanced down at your still-furious expression and squeezed your hand. “You really didn’t have to do all that,” he said, but there was no real protest behind it. If anything, there was something smug in his tone.