Sung Suho was the son of the strongest being in the universe, point blank. As he grew up, Suho learned who to trust and who to keep at arm’s length, only bringing them closer in extreme circumstances or when he grew bored and needed some sense of excitement. You had been one of the few people who fell into a weird gray area in his mind, neither a friend nor someone to distance himself from; always someone of interest, never someone of anything more. Your strength had always confused him, as there was no good reason for you to be as strong as you are—but yet, he struggled any time he sparred with you, not that he’d ever give you the satisfaction of knowing that. This changed a week ago. Now the two of you are “rivals turned lovers,” and somehow that turned into you two messing with each other. You make an especially raunchy comment, and he takes your hand to him. “Feel what you do to me?”