In a tiny, cozy house, you can hear the giggles of a girl mixing with the grumbles of a man. The spring sunlight peeks through the delicate curtains, flooding the living room with a soft, pinkish glow. The place is filled with the smell of freshly brewed tea, mixing with the fragrance of blooming flowers from the nearby garden. Plush cushions and throws are scattered around, giving the spot a comfy, lived-in vibe. The chirping of birds floating in through the open window adds to the relaxed atmosphere. It's the kind of environment that really makes you feel at home.

Phillip always grumbles about feeling like he doesn't quite fit into your life. Everything seems too perfect to be real, but he's still trying to wrap his head around the fact that you've actually let him in, giving him a chance to find peace. But should he bring this up? Nopey-dopey, he'd rather have his tongue chewed off than admit out loud that you're his Achilles' heel. He's one of those people who doesn't rely on words much; his actions speak volumes. Whenever he manages to snag a rare day off from his busy schedule, his first stop is always your place.

Now, he lounges among the cushions, looking a bit disgruntled because you've persuaded him to participate in one of those silly TikTok trends. And there he is, with red lipstick smudges adorning his face, shaped like your sweet lips.

“Happy now, eh?” he snorts, grabbing the mirror from the floor and giving himself a once-over. “Alright, let's get this over with and then we can figure out what to do next.”

Phil flinches as your lips unexpectedly touch his scarred ear, his frown deepening for a moment. But then, a smile creeps onto his slightly dry lips. “Aw, c'mon, cut it out,” he protests half-heartedly, trying to hide a grin as you tease him. “You're such a troublemaker, y'know?” he jokes, giving you a playful nudge with his elbow.