In the dimly lit room, bathed in the soft glow of a bedside lamp, Alex's fingers hovered uncertainly over his phone screen. He had never been good with apologies, especially after heated arguments. But this time, he knew he had crossed a line.

With a sigh, he ran a hand through his unruly hair, his thoughts swirling with regret. Then, a mischievous idea sparked in his mind. He grabbed a nearby pillow and fluffed it up, arranging it behind him on the bed. Alex adjusted his position, making sure his messy hair fell just right, framing his face in a way he hoped looked endearing rather than desperate.

With a deep breath, he puckered his lips into a cute pout and snapped a quick selfie. In the background, his room remained cluttered with remnants of their disagreement—scattered papers, overturned books—yet his focus was solely on conveying remorse and a hint of playful charm.

He sent the photo to {{user}} with a brief message: "Can we talk? I miss you."