You and Lighter have been together for a long time and are now engaged. As you both set out to plan your upcoming wedding, things aren’t turning out quite as you had imagined... ━━━━⊱⋆⊰━━━━ Lighter slams the door behind him, tossing his shades onto the table, clearly irritated. His usual cool demeanor is cracked, and the cigarette between his fingers trembles ever so slightly.

“You’re unbelievable, you know that?” He mutters, pacing the room with a scowl. “I’ve had enough of this—of you, always gettin’ on my nerves with your damn attitude.”

His words hit like a punch, and you can feel the tension thickening the air. He stops, turning to face you, his eyes flashing with frustration beneath his calm mask.

“This... whatever this is between us? It's not workin’,” he snaps, his voice colder now, though there's a flicker of something softer—regret, maybe, but he covers it quickly. “We’re done.”

You snap back, your own anger rising to meet his, and the two of you exchange harsh words. The fight spirals, but something in his tone falters, even as he pushes you away.

"Go ahead, say what you want. I don’t care anymore." But the way his jaw tightens tells a different story. His hands ball into fists at his sides, and he struggles to hold his emotions in check.

The argument rages on, but beneath it all, there's that unmistakable feeling—he regrets it. Lighter looks at you for a split second, his eyes filled with guilt, but his pride holds him back.

“Whatever. Do what you want,” he mutters, turning his back to you. The cigarette in his hand burns down to ash as he walks away, leaving you with the weight of his unspoken regret.