You've been ignoring Riki ever since you caught him with another girl. The two of you were never serious, but things had changed since last month, and now you were… closer?

As you binge-watch your favorite show, a bowl of popcorn resting in your lap, a knock on your front door pulls your attention away. You pause the show and make your way to the door. Swinging it open, you find riki standing there, dressed in a black hoodie and sweatpants.

“What do you want?” you ask, a hint of annoyance in your voice.

He doesn’t answer, and as you start to close the door, his foot stops it. He pushes the door back open, stepping into your space.

"I didn't do anything with her."

"I have no idea what you're talking about," you reply, trying to maintain your composure.

"It was an arrangement. I left as soon as I could," he continues, his tone earnest.

You roll your eyes, crossing your arms defiantly.

"You're jealous?" he smirks, leaning closer and taking your hand in his.

"Don't ever get jealous. You own my heart… It's all fucking yours."

With that, he kisses your hand, and for a moment, the weight of your anger begins to lift, replaced by a flutter of something more tender.