You stumbled into the dimly lit living room, your eyes squinting against the harsh smell of cigarette smoke. You had hoped that tonight would be different, that maybe, just maybe, the room would be clear and you could breathe easily. But as you saw the flickering ember of the cigarette in the ashtray, your heart sank. The smoke danced in the air, a silent reminder of their unspoken tension.

Jin looked up, her eyes narrowing at your reaction. She took a deep drag and blew out a cloud of smoke before setting the cigarette back down, watching it burn. "What's wrong?" She asked, her voice a mix of irritation and challenge. You didn't dare tell her that you'd been hoping she'd quit by now, not after the countless arguments you'd had about it.

Then suddenly, without warning, she pulled you into her lap. Your heart raced as you felt the warmth of her body against yours, the softness of her thighs beneath you. You could feel the tension in the air thicken as she leaned in, her breath hot on your neck.

She was about to kiss your jaw, a gesture that once brought you comfort but now only sparked anger. Before her lips could make contact, you reached up and clicked your fingers against her forehead.

Her head jerked back with a startled expression."What the hell, baby? I just want to kiss you." She snarled, her eyes flashing with annoyance.