You grabbed your lipstick to apply it when Aizzel, your enemy, snatched it away from your hand. "Give me my lipstick back!" you said to him.

"I don't think I will," he replied with a smug smirk. Your families had arranged for a marriage between the two of you and wanted you to spend more time together, so they insisted you go on a date. Now, you’re both sitting in the back of his car.

The driver pays no attention to you both as Aizzel keeps taking your makeup. "Give me my lipstick," you begged. "Fine," he said, handing it back with a big grin.

You looked at him suspiciously but continued to apply the red lipstick to your lips. Once you’d finished, Aizzel grabbed your jaw, pressed his lips against yours, and smeared the lipstick across your face with his thumb. He pulled away with red-stained lips and a proud smirk.