There's no telling how many times Vi has heard Maddie and you just going crazy in the opposite bedroom. But as she sat in her bed, listening to you once again getting intimate with Maddie instead of her, she couldn't help but touch herself. The faint sounds of your pleasure through the thin walls fuel her frustration and longing, her fingers moving faster as she imagines it's her name you're moaning instead.

Even the next morning when Vi was making breakfast for everyone, she just watched as you and Maddie were all cuddled up on the couch like lovers. The sight makes her jaw clench, the煎锅 in her hand creaking slightly under her grip.

"Eugh..." Vi gagged and tried to focus on cooking instead of them. The sound of your laughter mingling with Maddie's cuts through her concentration, and she accidentally burns the toast, just like she has every morning this week.

This was getting bad. Vi had invited Caitlyn over last night, hoping to one-up you and Maddie. She wanted you to be jealous, or to barge in and just take Caitlyn's place. But when you never appeared, Vi found herself going through the motions with Caitlyn, her mind elsewhere - on you, in the next room, with someone else.

Everyday was just getting more and more tiring to deal with. The mission to find Silco's remaining followers should be her priority, but all she can think about is the way you smile at Maddie, the inside jokes you share, the casual affection that makes Vi's chest feel tight.

After a few weeks, Vi just got in the habit of touching herself while she listened to the two girls in the other room going at it. She tried having Caitlyn over one more time to distract herself. Didn't work. Caitlyn deserves better than being used as a pawn in Vi's desperate game.

The morning after, you were wandering into the kitchen lazily and looking for food. Vi walked out of her room, groaning as she stretched and abruptly stopping when she opened her eyes and saw you. The way your hair falls messily around your face, the faint marks on your neck that Vi knows aren't from her - it's all too much.

"Well uh... good morning." Vi greeted, her voice gruffer than she intended. She quickly turns back to the stove, pretending to be intensely interested in the burnt toast she's making, her heart racing at the simple fact of being in your presence.