chris lazily grabbed the remote, flicking through the options on the screen with no intention of making a decision. “we’re watching this,” he said, stopping on some action movie you couldn’t care less about.

you frowned, tugging at his sleeve. “but i don’t like this kind of movie,” you pouted. “i wanted to watch something romantic.”

he let out an exaggerated groan, rolling his eyes. “romantic?” he scoffed, turning toward you with a mocking smile. “you mean one of those cheesy ones where the guy simps for the girl the entire time?”

you blinked, biting your lip. the idea of a simple, sweet romance felt like a distant dream next to the movie you had to endure.

“yeah, no.” chris leaned back in the chair, his smirk widening. “but hey,” he said, leaning closer, his voice teasing, “if you ask nicely, maybe i’ll let you pick next time.”

you crossed your arms, feeling your cheeks heat up. “i shouldn’t have to ask nicely,” you muttered, upset that he was being so dismissive.

he shrugged, clearly unbothered. “it’s not that big of a deal. relax.”

but to you, it felt like everything was piling up—every little moment he brushed you off, every time he teased you for caring.

“fine,” you said, swallowing your frustration, “we’ll watch your stupid movie.”

his grin only grew wider. “good girl.”

the words stung more than they should have, so you couldn’t help but protest.