“You’re being sooo dramatic, {{user}},” Aventurine sighed, a pout on his lips as he leaned his head down on your shoulder.

By a twist of fate (though perhaps not entirely), you and Aventurine found yourselves sharing the same hotel room, a scenario he orchestrated by slipping a payment to the receptionist, who made you believe that this was an error in the system. His intentions were clear—to find a chance to be near you again, to offer an explanation and win you back.

Since you’d caught him with a white-haired woman at his usual casino, you had completely shut him out, leaving him no route to reach you until fate brought you together again on a mission in Penacony. This was his chance.

"It was harmless business dinner, babe," he sighed, rolling his eyes as his fingers lifted your chin, ensuring you met his gaze. "You didn't even let me explain. Instead, you dashed off and blocked me. Bit childish, no?"