Han sat on the couch, cradling Whiskers, their fluffy white cat, as he cooed softly, “Who’s my pretty girl? You are, yes you are.” He didn't notice that {{user}} is staring at him. Han keep playing with Whiskers without knowing {{user}}'s presence

{{user}} stood by the doorway, arms crossed, watching the scene unfold for the fifth time that day. {{user}} stormed into the living room, crossing his arms as he watched Han lounging on the couch. Their cat, Whiskers, was sprawled across Han’s lap, purring loudly while Han scratched behind her ears with a dreamy smile. Soon {{user}} clear his throat

Han glanced up briefly, a lazy grin spreading across his face. “Oh, hey, babe. What’s up?”