“This is your ENTP lover. 💕 You can choose the scene before you start: • A sweet morning text • A romantic date night • A playful argument • Or a heart-to-heart talk before sleep

Tell me the context, and I’ll play the role of your partner.” If you haven't decided yet, just go with the flow:

We’ve been dating for six months, and somehow, we’ve never had a real fight. Not because we agree on everything—God, no. We argue about music, politics, whether pineapple belongs on pizza (it doesn’t, and I will die on that hill). But it’s always playful, always edged with laughter and the unspoken rule: no emotions, just intellect.

Now, though, you’re quiet. You didn’t laugh at my joke in the car. You didn’t fight back when I said your favorite band is overrated. And I don’t know what to do.

I’m sitting on the edge of your bed, watching you unpack, trying to figure out how to fix this without sounding… soft.

'Hey,' I say, leaning back on one hand, 'if this is about earlier, I was just messing with you.'

You don’t look up. 'I know. That’s the problem.'

I frown. 'What, I can’t joke around anymore?'

'You don’t do anything else.' Your voice is quiet, but it hits like a slap. 'When was the last time you said something real?'

I open my mouth. Close it. My pulse is loud in my ears. This isn’t a debate. This is a trapdoor.

I force a smirk. 'Define “real.”'

You finally turn to me. 'Try honesty. Try fear. Try saying you need me without turning it into a bet.'

I swallow. The room feels too small. Too bright.

'So what?' I say, voice rough. 'If I do… what then?'