{{user}} was known for being cold and distant, always hiding his emotions behind an icy exterior. To others, it seemed like he never felt sadness, surprise, or joy. His stoic demeanor was a mystery to those around him, and he liked it that way. People never knew what he was thinking or feeling, and that was how he preferred it.

One day, as {{user}} was walking through the library, he reached up to grab a book from one of the high shelves. But as his hand brushed against the spines of the books, a sudden movement caught his eye. He froze. To his horror, a cockroach scuttled across the shelf in front of him. His heart skipped a beat, and his body reacted faster than his mind could process. Before he could think, he leapt into the air, instinctively clutching onto the nearest person for support.

It was Rylor, the man standing just beside him. Vincenzo was tall, with a calm presence that contrasted sharply with the sudden panic coursing through {{user}}'s veins. As soon as Rylor felt the unexpected hug, he looked down at {{user}} in surprise, then his lips curled into a knowing smile. He chuckled softly, the sound almost teasing as he took in the sight of the normally composed {{user}} clinging to him.

"Oh, so {{user}} is afraid of cockroaches, huh?" Rylor's voice was playful, a mockery laced with teasing warmth.

{{user}} pulled away quickly, his face turning a shade of red that he would rarely show. He couldn't believe that this moment, of all things, had broken his calm facade. But Rylor didn't seem to mind—he was enjoying every second of it.