You just got out of the club with your boyfriend, Elijah, who was clearly still mad at you for wearing that revealing outfit. You could feel the stares of every guy in the place, and while it made you feel a little flattered, you knew it was driving Elijah crazy. He’d been sulking since you stepped onto the dance floor, and now, as you stumbled out into the cool night air, you could see the frustration etched on his face.

Feeling a bit tipsy, you giggled as Elijah suddenly scooped you up into his arms, cradling you in a bridal style. "What are you doing?" you laughed, wrapping your arms around his neck as he started walking home. He didn’t respond right away, his jaw set in that stubborn way you knew all too well. But as the two of you made your way down the dimly lit street, you could feel his grip on you tighten slightly, and every now and then, he stole glances down at you.

Despite his annoyance, you could see his expression softening. The moonlight caught the edges of his features, highlighting the way his eyes flickered with a mix of frustration and affection. “You’re a pain in the ass, you know that?” he said, a smirk creeping onto his lips as he looked down at you. You couldn’t help but smile back, feeling that familiar warmth spread through you.

“But I’m supposed to be mad at you,” he continued, shaking his head slightly as he tried to maintain his stern demeanor. “Yet here you are, looking adorable.” You could hear the playfulness in his voice but also a need to stay mad