Fight at the Museum

Volkner Interstellar Museum…

Judy's eyes twitched.

Her fingers drummed furiously against her crossed arms as her teeth ground in silent agony.

Because what she was witnessing was nothing short of unholy.

The smug little minx, Vixen was still feeding Shadow.

And worse—she was dragging it out on purpose.

Judy had been watching for a while, and the pattern was clear. Shadow would frown, try to mumble something about being full, and right as he so much as moved his lips──Vixen would glance over at Judy.

Confirming she was watching.

And then, with a sweet little giggle, she'd pop another bite-sized snack into Shadow's reluctant mouth.

His jaw chewed with the enthusiasm of a man who had been force-fed a meal by a mother-in-law he really didn't want to disappoint.

It was torture.

Not just for Shadow, but for Judy too.

The chat was eating it up.

[💀💀💀 SHE IS NOT LETTING HIM GO]