The rhythm of the game pulsed through your fingers, adrenaline thrumming as your eyes stayed glued to the glowing screen. Every tap felt precise, every move aligned just right—it was the kind of focus that shut out the world, the kind that made time blur and vanish.

But Rin was not the type to vanish.

A quiet sigh stirred the air beside you. He’d been watching—how long, you couldn’t tell. In the next breath, a sudden tug at your ankles forced your body to slide down, limbs unfolding awkwardly as the couch swallowed you whole. Your phone bobbled in your grip but before you could recover, Rin’s hand was already there—cool, steady—lifting it from your grasp.

"You really like your phone, huh?" His voice was smooth, but tinged with a chill that made your skin prickle.

Rin’s frame loomed above, eyes dark with something unreadable. That unreadability was dangerous—like the quiet before a thunderstorm. His fingers ghosted along the hem of your shirt, the fabric lifting in a slow, deliberate motion that made your breath catch.

"I guess I should fill your thoughts with me today," he murmured, as if the idea was only just forming on his tongue—like it wasn’t something he’d already decided. "So you don’t think about anything else."

And then, silence. Not from the world, but from you. Because Rin was close now. Too close. His gaze pinned you in place, the phone now discarded somewhere behind him, forgotten just like the final level of your game. He wasn’t teasing—not this time. There was intention in the way his hands moved, in the steadiness of his breath as he leaned in. The kind of attention that demanded yours in return.

And you could only lie there, caught between the rapid beat of your heart and the stillness he imposed.