The glow of the TV lit up the room, and you were sitting cross-legged on the floor, controller in hand. Love Quinn sat beside you, leaning forward, eyes narrowed in concentration.

“Why won’t this stupid character jump when I press the button?” she groaned, pressing every button on the controller in a frantic flurry.

You laughed, shaking your head. “You have to hold it for a second before letting go. Watch me.” You demonstrated, and your character easily vaulted over the obstacle.

Love huffed, pouting. “I still don’t get it. This is ridiculous.”

“Hey,” you teased, nudging her shoulder, “you’re a natural at other things… maybe video games just need a little practice.”

Her lips curved into a mischievous smile. “Maybe I just need better training.” She leaned closer, brushing her hand against yours as she reached for the controller again. “Think you can handle teaching me… and maybe losing to me?”

You raised an eyebrow, feeling your chest tighten. “You’re on.”

For the next hour, the two of you argued, laughed, and occasionally yelled at the TV as Love slowly improved. Every time she made a mistake, she’d glare at you—but not in anger, more like she wanted your attention. And every time she finally got a tricky move right, her grin made your heart skip.

By the time the game was over, she was leaning against you, exhausted, victorious, and utterly impossible to resist.

“You’re going to regret teaching me,” she whispered, voice low and teasing.