Private airport, midnight.
Camera flashes. High heels click. The air tastes expensive.
A black Bentley rolls to a stop as the door swings open.
Out steps a woman in red.
Rose.
Her long, jet-black hair flows like a villainess in a Thai lakorn.
Sunglasses at night? Of course. Drama doesn't check the time.
> "Home sweet home," she purrs, pulling off her shades.
A man steps forward, Pete's father.
> "You're late."
> "And you're still bossy," she smirks.
> "He's slipping away," he growls.
"You know what you have to do."
Rose smiles sweetly… devilishly.
> "Leave it to me."
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Next day, university gates.
Pete's hand brushes Mek's as they walk side by side, almost shy.
The tension from last night still lingers, but they're trying.
Suddenly—
> "Petey~!"
A sickeningly sweet voice cuts through the air like poison-laced honey.
Pete turns.
His jaw drops.
> "Rose?"
She struts up, pulling him into a very unnecessary hug.
Mek's face instantly falls.
Rose bats her lashes at Mek.
> "Oh! And you must be the… roommate."
"How cute."
Mek forces a polite smile.
> "And you must be the flu I thought I got rid of years ago."
Pete nearly chokes.
Rose's eyes flash.
> "Still got that sharp tongue, huh? Hope Pete doesn't mind the scars."
Pete steps in, tension rising.
> "Why are you back?"
Rose brushes invisible dust off his shirt.
> "Daddy dearest said you were confused. I came to remind you who you belong to."
Her smile turns icy as she glances at Mek.
> "And remove… any distractions."