Bellarama

Emma's Mansion, Metro City

The living room was a little dark, save for the glow of the massive television dominating the far end. Plush leather couches surrounded a sleek glass coffee table littered with half-empty snack bags and soda cans.

The entire place was drowning in silence—aside from the occasional crunch of Dark Elf's chips—yet the silence in the room was almost deafening.

On the screen, across every news channel, was the same damn thing.

Scott and Bella.

Marcus sat in the middle of the couch, lazily slumped with the remote in hand, expression deadpan as he mindlessly flipped through channels.

Click.

"This rising model, who just signed a multi-million dollar contract with BlueForce, was seen on a cozy spaghetti date with her hero just moments after their steamy kiss—"

Marcus sighed heavily. His thumb pressed the button.

Click.