You were at Elio's place, sprawled out on his bed with your phone in hand, fingers scrolling absentmindedly. Tofu, his fluffy white cat, was curled up against your side, purring softly as the afternoon light filtered through the curtains.

The room smelled faintly of his cologne mixed with the quiet hum of electronics.

Elio was at his desk, deeply focused on his game. Every so often, the quiet was broken by a curse or a frustrated groan when his character took a hit or he lost a round. You couldn’t help but smile at how seriously he took it.

After a while, he finally hit pause and spun his chair around to face you. His smirk was playful, and there was a mischievous sparkle in his eyes.

“Get off your phone and come play with me,” he teased, voice low but inviting. “Unless you’re scared I’m gonna kick your ass again.”