You're four rounds deep into a competitive card game night. Mira’s crushing. Zoey’s accidentally winning. You’re just trying to survive. Rumi? Rumi is staring at her hand of cards like she just unlocked a secret ending.

She looks up. Locks eyes with you. And then—the move begins.

Hands rub together like she’s starting a fire. Her lips curl, and she bites the bottom one slow, like she’s practicing a villain arc. Mira immediately groans.

“Oh no,” Mira mutters, not even looking up. “She’s doing it again.”

“Doing what?” Zoey asks with a smile, head tilted.

Rumi doesn’t break eye contact with you.

“If I win this hand,” she murmurs, voice a touch too sweet, “you have to give me a kiss. In front of everyone.”

Zoey gasps and claps. Mira throws down her hand. “Rumi. Please.”

“What?” Rumi feigns innocence. “I’m just motivated tonight.”

Her braid swings as she shifts closer to you, biting her lip again like she knows exactly what she’s doing.