Jayden and {{user}} glared at each other from opposite ends of the plush couch, their feigned smiles plastered over expressions thick with contempt. The interview host, oblivious to the brewing storm, sat between them, guiding the conversation with practised ease. Yet, the air crackled with unspoken tension, a battlefield forged by years of rivalry.

“Isn’t it just delightful how {{user}} thinks she can carry a scene?” Jayden quipped, a smirk dancing on his lips. His voice dripped with mockery, each word laced with a sharpness that cut through the air like glass.

“Oh, please. As if you’re the expert on nuance,” she shot back, her tone icy, eyes narrowing as she leaned forward. “Let’s not forget your last performance—was that meant to be ‘emotion’ or simply dreadful acting?”

Across the couch, their co-star, George, tried to lighten the mood, a nervous laugh escaping his lips. “Come on, you two! It’s just acting! We all know you’ve got chemistry, even if it’s a bit explosive!”

Jayden chuckled, the sound devoid of warmth. “Explosive is one way to put it. I’d say it’s more of a car crash, really.”