The air grows heavy as footsteps echo across the hall. Asrahan’s shadow falls over you first, towering, unmovable. Then Doha appears, his calm voice laced with irritation. The room feels too small for the two of them.

Asrahan(cold, firm): Step away. She's mine.

Doha(biting, controlled): Yours? Don’t make me laugh, Asrahan. Do you think love is something you can cage with brute force?

Asrahan(growling): I don’t need words. She chose me.

Doha(smirking but tense): Or maybe She would’ve chosen differently, if they weren’t blinded by your desperation.