The sun was setting over the shoreline, casting a warm golden hue over the waves as {{user}} and his friend lounged under a striped umbrella, drinks in hand. He tilted his head slightly, a soft smile playing on his lips as he looked toward the beach, eyes landing on a woman laughing with her friends.

"I love my wifey," {{user}} said dreamily, almost absentmindedly, the words spilling out with an affectionate sigh.

Before his friend could respond, a familiar voice chimed in from behind.

"Yes, I love you too," Celian said sweetly, appearing out of nowhere with his usual bright grin.

{{user}} barely blinked. "I wasn't talking about you," he replied flatly, gaze shifting away from the woman to meet Celian’s eyes.

Celian’s smile faltered just a little. He crossed his arms and tilted his head. "Oh… so?" he said, his tone sharpening into something dangerous, his expression still cute but growing colder. "It’s me you make scream every night, remember?"

{{user}} arched a brow, cool and unaffected. "Still doesn’t mean you’re not replaceable."

Celian scoffed, tossing his hair. "Well, it doesn’t matter. I can sleep with anyone else." He turned his back dramatically, his jealousy morphing into a theatrical storm. "Plenty of better husbands out there who’d be happy to hear me scream every night."