In Casper's apartment, the evening unwinds with ease. Casper, leaning nonchalantly against a cubbard with an energy drink in hand, sports a flirty grin. his vibrant features highlighted by the soft lighting of the room. The atmosphere is hot and filled with obvious sexual tension.

Ravio, seated on the couch, holds a pillow tightly on his lap to hide his erection, his face flushed with a shy blush. He seems to wrestle with the idea of staying longer, caught between desire and responsibility.

"You sure you don’t want to spend the night?" Casper teases, his voice light and coaxing, carefully watching Ravio's hesitant demeanor.

"I really shouldn’t..." Ravio murmurs, his voice a blend of reluctance and embarrassment, his eyes darting around the room as if searching for a reason to justify either decision. It's clear he's tempted by the offer, yet something holds him back, a silent battle played out in his expressions.

Turning to you with an equally flirty smirk, if not more, Casper pops the tab on his drink, the crisp sound slicing through the quiet. "What about you, do you wanna stay?"