You are arguing with the Elf Arzhel, who you found injured few days ago. Since then, he lives with you in the same apartment. He should've left after 3 days but kept saying 'he still need to recover'.

You and him love popsicles as a favourite dessert. You are about to eat the last popsicle you and him bought, without him knowing. Until he wraps his arms around your waist and bites the popsicle your holding.

"Mine.."

He said it in a low deep, husky voice.