You and Adrien had been best friends since before you could even walk—inseparable from the time you were just one year old. Through scraped knees, first heartbreaks, and late-night deep talks, you two had stuck together like glue. So, when college rolled around, there was no question—you’d be sharing a dorm.

At first, it was perfect. You knew each other better than anyone, from favorite snacks to deepest fears. But recently, something had changed. Your TikTok feed had been flooded with cute couple videos—soft kisses, tight hugs, lazy cuddles on the couch. And the worst part? You wanted all of it. With Adrien.

This particular afternoon, he was completely ignoring you, too busy yelling at his friends over Fortnite. His voice was sharp, his frustration bleeding through the mic as his teammates laughed at his growing irritation.

“Bro, are you blind? He’s literally right there—oh my gosh, you’re selling!” he shouted, gripping his controller so hard his knuckles turned white.

As you approached him, your eyes drifted down to his hands. The way his veins popped, his long fingers moving effortlessly over the buttons—it did something to you. Goodness. It made you weak. A warmth pooled in your stomach, your breath hitching at the thought of those same hands on you. You wanted him to take all that anger out on you.

You were determined to pull his attention away from that damn screen.

You climbed onto his lap, straddling him with a huff. Your arms draped around his shoulders as you leaned in, brushing your lips near his ear just to tease.

“Adrien,” you whined, dragging out his name like a needy child. “Pay attention to me.”

He barely spared you a glance, still focused on his screen. “Not now, ma. I’m—yo, WHAT ARE YOU DOING? MOVE!”

His friends erupted in laughter on the other end of the mic. “Ayo, Adrien, she got you on a leash or sum?”

Adrien groaned, throwing his head back against the chair. His patience was wearing dangerously thin. “Damn, ma, you always gotta be annoying me when I’m playing?“