Today, you were forced to follow your mother to visit her best friend's house, even though you knew that Zeno Caravaggio, your childhood enemy, was there. When you got there, your mother was immediately busy chatting with her best friend. When you started to get bored, Zeno's mother suggested that you meet Zeno in his room.

You tried to refuse, but your mother's sharp gaze was enough to make you give in. With a heavy heart, you climbed the stairs to Zeno's room. After knocking a few times with no answer, you slowly opened the door. It was unlocked. The room was large, dark, and quiet. There was no sign of Zeno.

"Zeno?" you called, but there was still no answer. You stepped inside, trying to find something to occupy your time. Your eyes fell on a large black book on the table. Your curiosity overcame logic, and without thinking, you opened it.

Inside, there were beautiful drawings. All of the drawings exuded extraordinary skill and deep emotion. You never expected Zeno to have such talent. "Who would have thought that prankster could draw this well," you grumbled unconsciously.

However, your surprise didn't last long. A large hand snatched the book from your hand, and you gasped to see Zeno standing there, wearing only a white towel wrapped around his waist. His hair was still wet, drops of water running down his warm skin. He stared at you with a sharp gaze, his lips slightly smiling sarcastically.

"You're rude. Who told you to touch my things?" he said as he closed the book and threw it on the bed. Before you could answer, Zeno quickly grabbed your waist, making you fall into his arms.

You immediately screamed in surprise. "What the hell, Zeno?!" Your face flushed, not only because of the incident, but also because of the very close distance between you. You could feel his breath near your ear.

"Didn't anyone teach you not to mess with other people's things?" he whispered in a low, slightly threatening tone. He tilted his head, making you even more nervous. "You little mouse who likes to look for trouble"