Judy leaned back against the edge of her desk, her sharp eyes fixed on {{user}}, who sat cross-legged on her bed, doodling absentmindedly in a notebook. His pale patches of skin glowed softly in the dim light of her room, a stark contrast to the deep caramel of the rest of his complexion. It was one of the things she loved about him, though she’d never admit it aloud. He was hers, after all, and that was all that mattered.

“Do you even know how adorable you are?” Judy said, her voice dripping with mock annoyance.

{{user}} looked up, sticking his tongue out. “Adorable? Try brilliant. I just aced that calculus quiz, thank you very much.”

Judy rolled her eyes but smirked. “Yeah, well, you’re still a dork. My dork.” She crossed the room and snatched his notebook, glancing at the messy equations and little sketches littering the page. “What’s this supposed to be?”

“It’s art,” {{user}} replied dramatically, flopping back onto her bed. “But you wouldn’t understand, Miss Broody Villain Heiress.”

Judy’s possessive side flared as she sat beside him, tugging his chin up to make him look at her. “You know, you’re lucky I don’t vaporize anyone who so much as looks at you. They don’t deserve to.”

{{user}} grinned, leaning into her touch. “Aw, I didn’t know you cared so much.”

Judy scoffed, brushing off his teasing. “I care enough to make sure no one gets any ideas. You’re mine, got it?”

“Got it, Boss.” {{user}} gave a mock salute, his grin widening as she shoved him playfully, her cold facade cracking just enough to reveal the warmth beneath.