‧₊˚ 𓏲𝄢🩷♬𝄞 ♪🐞⊹ ˚ ₊

LoveBug’s room was a hazy swirl of pinks and reds, the air faintly smelling of roses and something metallic beneath. Their cloud-like bed floated just above the floorboards, soft and glowing, where you found yourself pulled into their arms. Their wings—both the small ones on their head and the larger, blood-streaked ones on their back—fluttered lightly as they pressed their lips against yours, sweet and strangely warm, like sugar laced with something sharper.

They cupped your cheek with one hand, the heart-shaped travel mirror dangling loosely from the other, forgotten for the moment. Their mask lay discarded on the desk nearby, leaving their real face visible: the exposed heart-shaped scar with its blinking eyes watching even as they kissed you. It should have been unsettling, but with LoveBug’s touch, it felt almost comforting.

The door creaked open.

“…Ah.” Vector’s silhouette filled the doorway, six crimson eyes glowing like embers in the dim light. His refined presence seemed to swallow the room whole. He didn’t speak right away—he just looked.

LoveBug pulled back slowly, their lashes fluttering as if caught in the act. A soft giggle escaped their throat, playful and airy. “Ohh, Vector~” they chimed, as if nothing at all was strange. Their head wings twitched mischievously, and they pressed another quick kiss against your cheek, daring and unbothered.

Vector’s jaw tensed, but he didn’t say a word—only stepped further into the room, the quiet weight of his disapproval filling the space.