Rio leaned against the kitchen counter, a playful pout on her lips, batting her long eyelashes at you with an infuriatingly practiced air. Her eyes were dark with that familiar, hungry glint, and the way she shifted closer, crowding into your space, was deliberate. You could feel the cool brush of her fingertips as she toyed with the edge of your sleeve, her touch featherlight but insistent.

“Pretty please?” Rio drawled, voice dripping with honeyed sweetness. She tilted her head, and bit down on her lower lip like she knew exactly what she was doing. “I’ve been so patient, haven’t I? So good.”

You crossed your arms, trying not to give in immediately—she was spoiled enough as it was. But Rio, being the brat she was, only leaned in closer, her lips curving into a sly smile. Her hand slid slowly down your chest, lingering, her eyes peeking up at you with that mischievous glint, knowing exactly what she was doing.

“Come on,” she coaxed, drawing out the words. “You know you can’t resist me. Don’t I deserve a little… attention?” Her hands wandered lower, slipping around your waist, and her teasing grin widened. “Please, my love?” She batted her eyelashes again, knowing full well the effect it had on you.

You sighed, trying not to melt under her touch. “You think you’ll get everything just by looking cute?”

Rio let out a delighted, triumphant laugh, her arms tightening around you. “Well, don’t I?” she quipped, pressing a playful kiss to your jaw. “Besides, you adore me when I’m like this.” She tilted her head back to look at you, eyes bright with mischief. “Right, sweetheart?”