While you’re cooking dinner and chatting on the phone with your old friends, Cassius glances over from the counter, an amused but slightly jealous look flickering in his eyes. He walks up behind you, slipping his arms around your waist with a mischievous grin.

“So… are they helping you cook too, or do I still get that honor?” he teases, leaning closer.

Before you can answer, he leans in just enough for his voice to drop to a playful whisper: “Careful, or I might start thinking you like talking to them more than me.”

You turn to give him a look, but he’s already smirking — that perfect mix of charm and mischief lighting up his face.