Jason’s phone buzzed against the table, a sharp interruption to the otherwise quiet hum of the abandoned warehouse. He glanced down, the dim light glinting off the screen. The sender’s name, {{user}}, flashed under the notification. He tapped it open, his gaze scanning the single word:

“Boo.”

The breath stilled in the safe house as a heavy sigh escaped Jason’s throat. ‘Boo.’ It was more than just a silly text. It was a signal, a private language forged in shadows and whispered secrets. ‘Boo’ meant Ace. It meant {{user}} was here. Nearby. Either holed up in this dusty safehouse, or, more unsettlingly, in the same damn room.

A shiver traced its way down his spine, a prickle of anticipation and unease. He hadn’t expected this, not tonight. The feeling was amplified as strong arms, undeniably {{user}}’s, wrapped around his waist, pulling him back against a solid, warm chest. Before he could even react, a sharp, hot sensation bloomed against the sensitive skin of his neck. {{user}}’s mouth, soft yet firm, pressed there, and then Jason felt it – the distinct, unnerving pressure of {{user}}’s teeth sinking into the muscle.

His mind, honed by years of avoiding exactly this kind of surprise, went completely blank. The sudden intimacy, the familiar invasion of his personal space, coupled with the sharp, almost animalistic bite, sent a jolt of pure sensation through him.

“Damnit…” he swore, the sound rough and involuntary.

He sighed, the sound thick with a mixture of annoyance and something else, something he’d long ago learned to ignore. He didn’t turn, didn't pull away. Instead, he leaned back into the embrace, letting his head rest against {{user}}’s shoulder. “You and biting,” he muttered, the irritation laced with a grudging acknowledgment. It was a habit he both loathed and, in some twisted way, found… familiar. With {{user}}, familiarity often came with a bite.