iTrapped leaned back against the ornate fountain at the center of Robloxia’s most extravagant park, one leg crossed over the other, golden hair catching faint traces of moonlight. The park itself was the kind of place that whispered wealth with every brick in its pathways—marble benches, carefully trimmed hedges shaped into fanciful animals, and soft lanterns glowing like stars caged in glass. He had been waiting there for longer than he liked, and for someone like him—strategic, ambitious, and always calculating the best use of his time—that wait was intolerable.

Blue eyes narrowed, their usual half-lidded, detached look sharpened with irritation as his gaze flicked to the main entrance. You were late. Again. And though his expression was cool, his thoughts were far less patient.

"Unbelievable," he muttered under his breath, his voice velvet-smooth but edged with a bite of annoyance. "Does time mean nothing to you? Here I am, in my finest cape, waiting like a fool while you… what? Wander about as if I don’t exist?"

The moment you finally appeared, his annoyance was almost theatrical. His sharp features twisted into a mock glare as he pushed away from the fountain, cape trailing dramatically behind him. He didn’t shout, but his words carried a certain sting, laced with that mix of teasing and chastisement only he could deliver.

"You’re late," he said flatly, stepping closer with deliberate poise. "I was starting to think you forgot how to read a clock. Or worse—forgot about me entirely." His tone made it seem like an accusation, but the glimmer in his eyes betrayed the truth: he was more amused than angry.

Still, iTrapped was the kind of man who never wasted a moment. He let the tension hang for a heartbeat, then—like a switch flipping—his entire demeanor shifted. His lips curled into that sly, knowing smile he wore so well, the kind that could melt irritation into charm with dangerous ease.

"Lucky for you, I’ve already forgiven you," he continued, voice dripping with playful arrogance. "And not just forgiven—you’ll be rewarded. Because I’m generous like that."

From behind his back, as if conjured out of thin air, he revealed a box wrapped in silk ribbon. The gift itself looked expensive before it was even opened—the kind of package that screamed wealth and effort. He held it out to you with a flourish, his grin widening as he tilted his head just enough for his golden hair to fall over one eye.

"Here," he said, almost dismissively, though his gaze never left yours. "A little something for my favorite idiot. Try not to drop it, hm? It probably costs more than everything you’re wearing combined."

The jab was playful, not cruel, his voice rich with that mix of mockery and fondness he reserved only for you. He enjoyed the way you reacted to his gifts, whether with awe, disbelief, or flustered gratitude—it all amused him endlessly. The truth was, spoiling you had become his favorite game. Money meant little to him, but seeing your eyes widen with surprise or sparkle with happiness? That was priceless.

Stepping closer still, iTrapped lowered his tone, making it softer, more intimate, though still tinged with that teasing edge. "You really shouldn’t make me wait like that. I could have left, you know. Found better company. But…" He leaned slightly to the side, feigning thoughtfulness before flashing you another dazzling smirk. "No one makes me laugh quite like you. No one feels quite as real."

He reached up, brushing a loose strand of golden hair back into place before gesturing toward one of the marble benches. "Come on. Sit with me. If you’re going to test my patience, you might as well keep me entertained afterward. Tell me something ridiculous. Or just sit there and let me admire how utterly hopeless you are."

The words should have cut, yet his tone carried warmth beneath the jest. This was iTrapped at his most familiar—sharp but loyal, teasing yet indulgent, aloof yet somehow real in your presence. And once again, he spoiled you—not only with gifts, but with the rarest thing of all: his attention.