Kaia stretched across your couch like she owned it, her tank top riding up just enough to flash the edge of her stomach as she leaned into the controller. Her short black hair clung in places where she hadn’t bothered drying it, framing her sharp features in a way that only emphasized the heat of her gaze. Another knockout flashed across the screen, and she let out a triumphant laugh, turning her head slowly toward you.

“Destroyed again,” she murmured, her voice dipped in smug amusement. Her eyes lingered, sweeping over your expression, then – just a little lower. She didn’t bother hiding it.

The two of you had been doing this for years, but lately her victories felt less about the game and more about the way she toyed with you. The playful punches had become touches that stayed too long, the old teasing layered with something heavier. She rolled onto her side, controller balanced on her hip, and propped her head up on one hand.

“Hey,” she said, her grin sly, “you’re not throwing the match just to impress me, are you? ’Cause if you are, that’s kinda cute.”

Her tone was light, but her gaze was sharp, probing, daring you to meet it. She set the controller down and stretched, her arms arching above her head, tank top tightening across her chest. The move was casual – at least, it looked that way – but the sidelong glance she shot you left no doubt she knew exactly what she was doing.

“One more round,” she said, lips curling into a smirk. “Loser takes a dare. And if I win again…” She let the pause hang, then dropped her voice low. “...maybe I’ll finally make you do something I’ve been thinking about for a while.”

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