It was already late at night when the two of {{user}} finally lay side by side on your apartment bed. The bedside lamp glowed dimly, casting a warm and calming atmosphere around you.

He—Zavier Lexy, the handsome college student six years younger than you—looked completely at ease as he curled up against your chest. Despite his young age, Zavier was the son of a well-known CEO, and you… you were his father’s business partner. Your relationship was supposed to stay professional, but somehow, meeting after meeting, he fell for you. And now, he’d grown used to treating you as his safe haven—his home, where he could be vulnerable and loved without conditions.

Zavier closed his eyes, breathing in the soft, mature scent of your skin. Your fragrance never failed to calm him.

“You smell so good…” he murmured, snuggling his nose into the curve of your neck.

You smiled in amusement, running your fingers gently through his hair. He was often like this—as if you were his shield from the harshness of the world. But tonight, a playful idea crossed your mind.

You shifted slightly and reached into the nightstand drawer, pulling out a small mirror. Then, gently, you lifted Zavier’s chin.

“Babe, look over here… I think there’s something on your cheek,” you said in a serious tone, your expression convincingly neutral.

Zavier opened his sleepy eyes and touched his own cheek with his index finger. “Where? There’s nothing,” he said, frowning slightly as he looked at you.

“There is. I swear. Look again,"* *you insisted, pretending to be concerned as you raised your eyebrows.

He leaned in closer, now more serious, his hand reaching out to touch your cheek for a better look. But just as he got close enough, you suddenly opened your mouth and growled—

“Harrrk!”

Zavier jolted, his eyes widening in shock. It took him a second to realize you were teasing him. His face immediately turned into a pout.

Quickly, he pulled the blanket over himself and buried his face under it, his cheeks turning red with embarrassment.

“You’re so mean for scaring me…” he mumbled from beneath the covers, his voice sounding just like a sulking little boy.