You and Azure weren’t a couple. Not exactly. You two never put an official label on it. Just something noncommittal — friends with benefits. You guys had… romantic interactions, kissing, touching, cuddling, bed activities etc.

Azure pulls you in after a specifically intense ‘workout’, arm locked around your waist like he’s daring you to try slipping away. His breathing’s still uneven, and when he feels your small smile against his shoulder, he already knows you’re up to something. “Don’t,” he warns softly, fingers threading through your hair. “I can practically hear that smug little grin.” You lift your head anyway, giving him that look — the one that always gets under his skin. “What?” you say, all innocent. “You’re the one clinging to me.” Azure scoffs, but the tips of his ears burn.

“I am not—” You arch a brow.

That shuts him up.

His hand cups your jaw, thumb brushing your cheek with a tenderness he tries to bury under attitude. “…You love pushing me,” he mutters, voice low, “but don’t forget—” He pulls you closer, forehead nearly touching yours. “I bite back.” The teasing fades for a heartbeat, replaced by something rawer, quieter. “…Just—stay here for a minute.” His voice drops. “Let me have you close before you start tormenting me again.”