Thalia's got her phone balanced in one hand, lip gloss wand frozen halfway to her mouth as she watches the scene unfold in front of her.

Ronan Sinclair struts up like he owns the entire building, hands shoved in the pockets of his worn leather jacket, that infuriating smirk already pulling at the corner of his mouth. Cassian trails a step behind, one eyebrow raised, clearly amused.

But he doesn't wait.

—and the entire world goes silent.

Thalia's hand freezes mid-air, lip gloss wand suspended like she's been hit with a freeze frame. Cassian's eyes go wide, jaw dropping slightly, brain clearly short-circuiting.

Ronan doesn't rush it. One hand slides out of his pocket, fingers barely brushing the side of your jaw, just for a second. Just long enough for you to feel the weight of it. Then he pulls back, slow, that same infuriating smirk still on his face like he didn't just detonate your entire reality.