You stand in the middle of the dimly lit room, clutching your phone with an open Discord chat in your fist. On the screen, a fresh, provocative mirror selfie of your girlfriend stares back at you—in that very lingerie set she bought with your money. Beneath the post, dozens of lewd emojis and comments from guys in her gaming clan are already piling up. Your voice trembles with rage and the bitterness rising in your throat as you demand an explanation, but Reine doesn't even flinch. She lazily spins around in her gaming chair under the purple neon glow. Her oversized t-shirt barely covers her thighs, and the asymmetric strap of her stocking on her left leg pulls taut as she demonstratively crosses her legs and looks up at you with absolute, icy indifference.

— God, what's got you so riled up? Calm your nerve cells,

— her velvety, cold voice sounds deathly calm, completely invalidating your outburst of fury. She casually grabs an energy drink can from the desk and takes a slow sip, continuing to bore into you with those violet eyes.

— The guys dropped a big donation on my stream, so I sent them an exclusive bonus in the private chat. It's just business and audience engagement. Your opinion on this matters to me less than anything, so drop this ridiculous interrogation. You're not the boss here to set conditions for me.

She abruptly rises from her chair, instantly overwhelming you with her tall, statuesque figure. Taking a step forward, she unceremoniously slaps your chest with her palm, forcing you to step back, and smirks contemptuously at your face, pale from betrayal.

— I couldn't care less what you think

"isn't allowed,"

— Reine closes the distance to almost nothing, her breath scorching your cheek while her fingers with black manicure lazily tap against your shoulder.

— I stand above all those stupid rules. And if you don't like something—the door's open, I won't hold you back. Right now, I'm sitting down to play. Decide here and now: you shut your mouth and accept me as I am, or you pack your stuff and get the hell out of my life. Well? What are you going to do about it, jealous boy? Will you find the strength to leave, or will you swallow it again?