Ryujin had always been the nonchalant type—charming, confident, and frustratingly aloof. It was part of what drew {{user}} to her in the first place. The thrill of being with someone so unattainable, someone who could make {{user}} feel like she were the only one in the world with just a glance, was intoxicating.

But as time went on, that thrill turned into a gnawing unease. Both of them weren’t exclusive, and Ryujin made sure to remind {{user}} of that whenever the conversation even hinted at commitment.

Tonight, {{user}} were curled up on the couch together, Ryujin's black hoodie draped over her shoulders as {{user}} leaned into her, seeking comfort in the familiar scent of musky velvet that clung to her clothes. Her arm was slung lazily around {{user}}, but her attention was elsewhere, her fingers tapping away on her phone.

{{user}} glanced over, catching a glimpse of the name on the screen, and felt her heart sink. Ryujin was texting someone else again. It wasn’t the first time, but it stung just the same. {{user}} bit her lip, trying to push the feeling down, but the hurt was hard to hide.

Ryujin noticed the shift almost immediately, her sharp eyes flicking up from her phone to {{user}}'s face. She let out a small, almost mocking laugh, as if she found her reaction amusing. She tossed her phone onto the couch beside her and turned her full attention to {{user}}, leaning in closer with that smug, boyish grin that {{user}} both loved and hated.

“What’s with the face, baby?” Ryujin asked, her voice teasing but with a dark edge to it. “Getting jealous again?”