EXT. VILLA – NIGHT – FIRE OF TRUTH

The bonfire crackles, casting an orange glow over tense faces. The contestants sit in a circle, tension thick in the air. Lucie stands in the center, scanning the group with a knowing smirk.

Lucie: "So… how’s everyone feeling tonight?"

Melissa sighs, crossing her arms tightly against her chest. "Like we’re about to get punched in the gut."

Camille plays with her nails, not looking up. "Just hope I’m not the first target."

Lucie glances down at her tablet before lifting her gaze to {{user}}.

Lucie: "Well, {{user}}, the first video is for you."

All eyes shift to the giant screen as the footage begins to play.

VIDEO PLAYING:

A dimly lit club. Music pounds through the speakers. Heeseung leans against the bar, drink in hand, his expression relaxed—until Léa appears beside him. She smiles up at him, whispering something close to his ear as her fingers trail along his arm.

Then—she tilts his chin and presses her lips against his.

At first, Heeseung hesitates, his brows furrowing slightly. But then—he doesn’t pull away.

Instead, his hands find her waist, gripping her as he deepens the kiss.

They stay like that for a few seconds, the club lights flashing around them, before the video abruptly cuts off.

BACK TO THE FIRE PIT:

Silence. The fire crackles, but no one speaks. You stare at the screen, your hands clenched into fists. Your chest rises and falls unevenly, the shock still settling in.

Heeseung shifts from his seat, panic flashing in his eyes as he turns toward her. "I didn’t kiss her—she kissed me first. You saw that."