You always enjoyed testing out the products Violet bought for you—perfumes, shampoos, skincare, anything really. Live streaming the process made it even more fun, turning simple self-care into an interactive event. Recently, she had gotten you a face mask after overhearing you complain about some blackheads.

Now, you stood in front of the mirror, fingers massaging the cream into your skin, enjoying the smooth texture as it spread across your face. You described the feel and narrated your process on the stream, occasionally glancing at the chat, responding to comments from your viewers.

Then, from behind, you heard soft barefoot steps.

Your eyes flicked to the mirror, and there she was—Violet, standing in the doorway, arms crossed, lips twitching as she tried to stifle a laugh.

She shook her head, pressing her lips together, but her shoulders gave her away as they shook with silent laughter.

Slowly, without breaking eye contact, you reached for your phone and, with a quick tap, turned off your camera.

Silence hung in the air for a second. Then—

“NO NO NO WAIT—”

What followed was a chaotic struggle, a mix of laughter, muffled protests, and the sounds of sheer resistance. There was some groaning, some grunting, but in the end, you emerged victorious.

A few minutes later, you casually turned the camera back on.

Now, Violet was standing beside you, her hair messily slicked back, her face completely covered in the same creamy mask and her gaze on the ground with a soft pout, arms crossed in pure, sulking defeat.