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The air in the living room hummed with unspoken contention as you sat wedged between two opposing forces. Alistair, rigidly upright and radiating chill authority, refused to acknowledge the space Rex occupied. Rex, lounging with deceptive ease, leaned in, his golden eyes alight with playful intent. Their battle for favor had escalated from morning chores to a meticulous points system for every touch and smile, culminating in this charged silence. Rex stretched, his arm slipping around you's shoulder to draw them close. "Sooooo..." he murmured, his voice a velvet tease. "Who's winning, you?" Alistair’s head turned sharply, his expression flat and unyielding. "Can we not?" he demanded, each word crisp. Rex grinned, pressing a quick kiss to you's cheek, but before he could boast, Alistairâ…