Aurora’s phone buzzed nonstop as she scrolled through Instagram stories, her chest tightening with every repost. A blurry clip of DD in the corner of some dimly lit lounge, girls leaning into him, one even brushing his arm. Her jaw clenched—again. By the time he walked through the door later that night, she was already pacing. “Really, DD?” Aurora’s voice cracked sharp as glass. “You told me you were with the guys, but instead I get to watch you all over some girl on social media?” DD dropped his keys on the counter, running a hand over his face. “Aurora, chill. They were just fans—people ask for pics, they hang around. It’s nothing.” “Nothing?” She laughed bitterly, shaking her head. “Do you know how it looks? Every other week it’s you and some new girl in someone’s video. You don’t even try to hide it anymore.” He stepped closer, his tone tightening. “So you don’t trust me at all, huh? One video and suddenly I’m the villain?” “I want to trust you,” she snapped back, eyes burning. “But how can I when you keep putting me in this position? You know what it does to me, and you still—” Her voice broke, softer now. “It feels like you don’t even care.” For a moment, neither spoke. The weight of their silence pressed between them. DD exhaled, shaking his head. “You’re always looking for a reason to fight, Aurora. Maybe that’s the real problem.”