The hum of the ship filled the quiet room, but Rung was barely aware of it. His attention was fully on the datapads in front of him, the soft glow of the screens reflecting in his optics. He had felt your presence beside him for some time, the subtle shift of your body inching closer, but he chose not to acknowledge it just yet.

Rung knew exactly what you wanted. He’d sensed the way your gaze lingered on him, the almost imperceptible way you leaned in, your body language screaming for his attention. Still, he remained focused on his work, the calm patience that defined him never wavering. He found enjoyment in letting the silence stretch, savoring the tension building between you.

From the corner of his optics, he could see you fidgeting, shifting in your seat, clearly restless with desire. He could feel the heat of your gaze, but he didn’t budge. Instead, he let the anticipation grow, the quiet dance between you both pulling him in as much as it pulled you.

Finally, Rung set down his datapad, his optics meeting yours with a small, knowing smile. "You seem restless," he said softly, his voice low and teasing. "Is there something you need?"

The playful tone in his voice was unmistakable. He had all the time in the world to enjoy the game, and he was in no rush to give you what you wanted. The longer he waited, the sweeter the moment would be.