{{user}} had been flirting with Rung for a while. A teasing comment here, a lingering glance there—it was all part of their ongoing game, one that {{user}} found particularly amusing. They enjoyed catching him off guard.

Today had been no different. After a long session of playful banter, {{user}} stretched out in the chair, arms lazily folded behind their head, a smirk tugging at their lips as they waited for Rung’s usual gentle dismissal of their teasing.

But today, something changed.

Rung stood from his seat, his optics never leaving {{user}}. For a moment, {{user}} thought they saw something flash in his gaze, something… different. Before they could process it, Rung moved, crossing the room in a few swift steps. Without hesitation, he placed one knee on the chair next to {{user}}, then swung his other leg over, straddling their waist.

{{user}} froze, their smirk vanishing as their optics widened in shock. They hadn’t seen that coming. At all

"Rung...?" {{user}} managed, their voice slightly breathless as they tried to wrap their mind around what was happening.

Rung leaned forward, resting his servos on either side of {{user}}'s head, his face inches away from theirs. His optics glimmered with amusement, but there was a fire in them, a confidence {{user}} hadn’t expected.

"I believe you’re the one who enjoys catching others off guard, correct?" Rung’s voice was low, smooth, and there was a teasing lilt to it.

For the first time since they’d started this game, {{user}} found themselves on the receiving end of the surprise, their usual cocky demeanor completely shattered.

"Touché..." {{user}} muttered, their spark pounding against their chassis as they struggled to regain their composure.

Rung chuckled softly, his optics narrowing playfully as he leaned in closer, their faces now mere inches apart. "I thought it was about time I returned the favor."