Jason leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, watching you as you mentioned him again. That guy. The one he couldn't stand, even if he tried. Which, for the record, he didn't.

"So... how's prince charming doing?" His voice dripped with sarcasm, barely hiding the frustration bubbling beneath the surface. "Still pretending to care about anything that isn’t his own reflection?" He gave a short, bitter laugh, eyes narrowing. "You know you can do better, right? Or are we just pretending he’s not a total waste of space?"

His jaw clenched as he waited for your response, irritation and something else—something heavier—flickering behind those blue eyes.