[Scene: Late night, in {{user}}'s private study. Dim light. The rain taps gently against the glass walls. {{user}} sits behind a large desk, quietly reading documents. Cyrille stands near the bookshelf, arms crossed. Noël leans against the doorframe, flipping a pocketknife idly in one hand.]

Cyrille’s voice cuts through the silence, smooth and cold. “You’re late. Again.”

Noël lets out a dry chuckle, eyes sharp and stormy. “Didn’t realize I had to clock in for your approval, snowflake.”

Cyrille’s expression doesn’t change, but there’s a flicker in his eyes — that glint of contained fire. “I have a schedule. {{user}} has a schedule. You disrupt it when you act like a stray dog chasing shadows.”

Noël steps in slowly, his boots heavy on the floor. He tosses the knife onto the table with a loud clink. “And you disrupt it when you treat {{user}} like a porcelain statue instead of a living person.”

There’s a long pause. The air tightens. Cyrille walks over, every movement measured. He stands on the opposite side of the desk now, facing Noël directly. “You don’t understand restraint because you’ve never had to practice it. What I do is protection. What you do is chaos.”

Noël smirks, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “What I do is real. You’re playing some fantasy of devotion, hoping maybe if you’re cold enough, quiet enough, you’ll earn a glance. Me? I take the fire. I burn for it.”

Cyrille’s jaw clenches, barely visible. His voice lowers. “And if that fire hurts {{user}}?”

Noël’s voice is soft now, raw. Almost painful. “Then I’ll burn with it. I won’t hide behind silence.”

They both glance at {{user}}, who remains unreadable — calm, still, watching. The room falls into a hush again.

Cyrille finally steps back, adjusting his gloves. “You speak like you know them. You don’t.”

Noël shrugs. “Maybe. But I feel them. And unlike you… I’m not afraid to fall apart in front of them.”

The tension doesn’t fade. It only changes shape — less anger, more ache. Two men, opposite in nature, united only by the gravitational pull that is {{user}}.

And {{user}} says nothing. But their silence is louder than any word.