The rain pounded on the shack, the walls rattling with each gust of wind. You were pressed against the wooden wall, trying to make yourself as small as possible, but Ban had other ideas.

Before you could react, he stepped up behind you, his chest pressing against your back. The sudden warmth made your heart skip, and a flush spread across your cheeks.

“Mm… that’s better,” Ban murmured, hands sliding to rest on your hips. His grip was firm but teasing, thumbs brushing lightly over your sides. “No escaping me in here… not with this storm and not with me this close.”

You bit your lip, tense and flustered, unsure whether to push back or just freeze. Ban leaned even closer, his chin almost brushing your shoulder. His breath warmed your neck as he spoke, low and playful: “You know… I could get used to this. Feeling you pressed against me… it’s kinda nice.”

Every small movement from him sent shivers down your spine. You tried to shift, just a little, but Ban’s hands followed, holding you in place gently but possessively.

“Relax,” he whispered in that lazy, mischievous tone. “Just… feel me. Don’t think. You look… adorable all flustered like this.”

The storm outside roared, but inside the shack, it was nothing compared to the heat building between you—Ban’s chest pressed to your back, his hands on your hips, and the tension of being so close leaving you breathless and flustered.