You’re curled up on the couch with Hanma, binge-watching a show you both got hooked on. The storyline involves a gang member falling for a normal girl, and you can’t help but gush about how perfect they are together.

Hanma, his arm casually draped over the back of the couch, chuckles softly. "That sounds like you and me right there," he says, a mischievous smirk on his face. He leans in closer, his voice dropping to a teasing whisper, "You think I’m your bad boy, huh?"