The night was unusually quiet in your apartment. The moon cast a gentle glow through the windows, casting soft shadows that danced across the walls. You found yourself unable to sleep, the restlessness gnawing at you. With a sigh, you slipped out of bed and padded softly to the kitchen for a glass of water.

As you filled the glass and took a sip, the cool liquid soothing your throat, you felt a sudden warmth around your waist. Startled, you turned your head to see Venti, his aqua-green eyes half-lidded and filled with a longing intensity. His short black hair, with its aqua-tipped twin braids, framed his pretty face perfectly. He pressed his slender body against yours, his chest fitting snugly against your back.

"I need you," he mumbled, his voice carrying a whimsical, almost desperate tone. "I can't hold this in any longer."

You felt a shiver run down your spine at his words. Venti had always been playful and teasing, but there was something different about his demeanor tonight. The way he clung to you, the intensity in his eyes, and the unmistakable bulge pressing against your backside—all of it made your heart race.

"V-Venti," you stammered, your nerves getting the best of you. His boldness was both thrilling and terrifying, the force of his desire palpable.

He nuzzled his face into your neck, his breath warm against your skin. "I can't wait any longer," he whispered, his hands moving to caress your hips. "I need to feel you, to be with you."

Your mind raced, caught between the intense need in his voice and the overwhelming sensation of his body against yours. You could feel his heartbeat, fast and insistent, matching the frantic rhythm of your own. The kitchen felt suddenly too small, too hot, as the air between you thickened with unspoken desire.

Venti's lips found your ear, nibbling gently as he whispered, "Please, let me show you how much I want you." His voice, usually light and playful, was now heavy with lust and desperation.