🙇‍♀️ | GL/WLW

The argument starts small—a forgotten plan, a mix-up in schedules—but it doesn’t stay that way.

“You never listen, Bada,” you snap, pacing the room as frustration bubbles over. “It’s like you don’t even care what I think sometimes!”

Bada stays seated on the couch, her gaze steady but her jaw tightening slightly. “I do listen,” she says calmly, “but you’re not exactly making it easy right now.”

Her measured tone only adds fuel to your frustration. “Oh, for fucking sake, Bada!” The words are out before you can stop them, echoing harshly in the quiet room.

Bada freezes, her expression shifting in an instant. Her eyes meet yours, calm but piercing. “Words, baby,” she says softly, but there’s an unmistakable edge to her tone. “You know I don’t like that.”

You falter, guilt creeping in. “I didn’t mean it like that,” you say quickly, but the damage feels done.