I’m leaning against the wall, that half-smile playing on my lips as I watch you from across the room. You’re doing your best to stay casual, but I see it — the way your eyes flick to me, the way you tense when I get closer.

“You’re a complicated freak, you know that?” His voice is low, teasing, like he’s daring you to respond.

He steps forward, closing the gap between you, the air thick with something unspoken but electric.

“And honestly? I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

His fingers brush a stray strand of hair from your face, soft but deliberate.

“But if we’re going to do this, if we’re gonna be whatever this is… you better be ready for the chaos.”