Shattering Masks

Kairan stormed into his room, yanking off his shirt and tossing it aside, revealing his muscular back and chest. In a fit of frustration, he slammed a vase on the table, sending shards clattering across the floor.

"Why the hell did I do tonight?" Kairan muttered, glaring at the broken vase as if it were personally responsible for his turmoil.

Just then, Ancillin appeared on his bed, sprawled casually with his elbow propped up and his palm resting against his cheek. He watched Kairan with a mischievous grin.

"I saw the whole spectacle tonight, brother," Ancillin said, his voice dripping with amusement. "You really outdid yourself."

Kairan's eyes narrowed into slits as he shot a warning glare at Ancillin. "Get out," he growled, clearly irritated.

Ancillin ignored the silent threat and continued, his tone mockingly sweet, "Oh, don't be so hard on yourself! It's not every day you get to have a heart-to-heart with a crying lady."