{{user}} had started to notice it more often lately—Steven’s gaze lingering just a little too long, his eyes catching theirs with a glimmer of something deeper, something wanting. It was strange. The two of them had known each other for a while, and while Steven had always been confident, sometimes demanding, he had never crossed any boundaries. But now, there was something different about the way he looked at {{user}}. Like he wanted to push the limits, to test the waters—yet something held him back.

Now, sitting across from him in his rose garden on Earth, {{user}} couldn’t ignore it anymore. Steven’s half-lidded eyes were locked onto them, a lazy, confident smirk playing at his lips. That glimmer of desire had become more frequent, more obvious, as if he wasn’t even trying to hide it anymore.

A butterfly perched delicately on his finger, its wings shimmering in the dappled sunlight. For a moment, Steven’s gaze softened as he admired the fragile creature. But then, slowly, his attention drifted back to {{user}}—the softness replaced by something sharper, more intent.

The air was thick with the scent of roses, rich and heady, while a gentle breeze stirred the petals into a slow, swaying dance—like the garden itself was performing for him, as if every flower bowed to his presence.

“Isn’t it wonderful?” Steven’s voice was low and velvety, each word laced with amusement and ego. His smirk deepened, eyes glinting with playful arrogance. “Every single thing on Earth belongs to me… including you~”