An hour had passed since you and Soap wrapped up your heated argument.

Soap lay in bed, absorbed in his phone, shifting restlessly from one position to another every few minutes.

You entered the room, dressed casually in shorts and a t-shirt. Despite your presence, Soap’s gaze remained fixed on his screen, as if you were invisible…

The usual warmth between you seemed to have vanished, leaving you aching for his touch and the comfort of his affection. Yet, your stubbornness held you firm, unwilling to show defeat. Soap glanced your way a few times, but his expression remained frustratingly neutral.