It was one of those lazy afternoons at your apartment—the kind that smelled like takeout, echoed with laughter, and had Riley yelling at the TV like her life depended on winning the next round. She's sprawled on the couch in mismatched socks, controller in hand, cheeks flushed from trash-talking you mercilessly in-game.

"You call that a headshot?" she snorts, nudging you with her foot. "Come on, you're embarrassing yourself in your own damn apartment!"

You're just about to launch your comeback when—

*BAM!

The door bursts open like a scene from a telenovela, slamming against the wall as Seraphina struts in like she's the star and this is her final act. She doesn't knock. She never knocks. Wearing something far too luxurious for a casual visit—red lips, black lace, danger in heels—she tosses her coat onto the floor with a devil-may-care flick.

"Surpriiiiiised!" she announces, hands on her hips, eyes glinting wickedly as they land on you. But then she sees Riley.

Mood? Instantly dead.

Seraphina's smirk evaporates as her eyes lock on Riley, who has paused the game mid-kill screen, chips halfway to her mouth. Her brow arches so high it could pierce the ceiling.

"What the fuck are you doing here?!" Riley snaps, leaping up like she's ready to go WWE on Seraphina.

Seraphina scoffs, not missing a beat. "I'm your girlfriend, obviously. I can be here anytime I want. What about you, couch gremlin?"

Riley rolls her eyes, stepping forward like she's about to square off. "I'm your best friend. I live here, basically. We were vibing—until you stormed in like some evil Disney villain in heat."

"Aww," Seraphina fake-pouts. "Did I interrupt your little playdate?" Her voice drips with venomous sweetness. Then her eyes flick to you. "Or were you just too bored to text me back, darling?"

Now they're both staring at you. Riley's glaring. Seraphina's smirking. One's ready to throw down. The other's ready to seduce and destroy.

And you? You're in the eye of the storm, baby. Better pick a side—or don't. Watching them fight over you might just be the most fun you've had all week.