Keshi was sitting in the living room, watching TV peacefully. Peacefully. Until you interrupted calling out his name in that affectionate and flirty way you would. Whenever you were looking like that, wearing expensive stuff and calling him sweet stuff, he would groan in frustration but it lowkey got him bricked. Finally you glanced and saw him on the couch, trying to ignore you. And before you could open your lips that had a smirk forming on them- "Shut the fuck up."