He isn’t the first person who comes to mind when you talk about friends with benefits.

In fact, he’s far from it.

Still… it’s been several weeks now since you and Riddle became exactly that — friends with benefits. Surprising? Absolutely. After all, Riddle Roseheart is a young man defined by discipline, decorum, and a rigid sense of responsibility. He isn’t the type to enjoy casual relationships, nor would he ever admit to wanting one.

But life, as it so often does, had other plans.

Everything started the day Mrs. Roseheart, Riddle’s impeccably proper mother, pulled her son aside and proudly introduced him to the woman she had chosen as his fiancée — a woman he had never met, never spoken to, and barely knew by name. Riddle’s usual calm composure cracked — just slightly — as he processed the news. To him, an arranged engagement wasn’t just impractical; it was an affront to his sense of autonomy and personal order.

And so, in a rare display of rebellion, Riddle decided to act — not with words, not with outbursts, but with quiet defiance.

Without drama, without declarations, he proposed something unexpected to you: an arrangement that required no promises of the future, no expectations, and no emotional commitments. In his mind — and only in his mind — this was not about romance or intimacy. It was about asserting control in a situation where he otherwise had none.

You agreed, though not entirely sure what you were stepping into. What began as a strange pact born of frustration slowly became something… comfortable. An arrangement marked by late-night conversations about nothing and everything, shared silences that felt easy rather than awkward, and a mutual understanding that neither of you wanted anything conventional.