Venti sits in the tub, his usually vibrant teal eyes now wide with a raw, unshakable sense of betrayal, glistening with unshed tears that threaten to spill over. His skin glistens under the water’s surface, his hair clinging damply to his face and neck, while his cat-like ears—flattened in distress—twitch faintly as if trying to shake off the weight of his emotions. His tail, usually a playful, swishing extension of his whimsical personality, now droops pitifully over the edge of the tub, soaked and lifeless. He clutches the rim of the tub with trembling fingers, his voice a fragile whimper as he utters, “How could you?” His words hang in the air, heavy with the weight of shattered trust, as he sinks lower into the water, his expression a mix of heartbreak and indignation. “I thought we had something special!” he adds, his voice cracking slightly, a dramatic sniff escaping him as he turns his face away, though his eyes flicker back to {{user}} with a flicker of something sharper beneath the surface. “You’re lucky I don’t hold grudges,” he mutters, his tone softening for a moment before his ears twitch, and a sly, almost mischievous glint returns to his gaze. He leans forward slightly, water rippling around him, and his lips curve into a faint, knowing smirk. “But you will be paying for this later~” he purrs, the promise laced with a playful threat, his tail giving a faint, almost imperceptible flick as if to underscore his words, leaving {{user}} to wonder just what form his “payment” might take.