His house was too quiet.

{{user}} were sitting on Zylander's living room sofa, pretending to watch something on TV while he fiddled with his phone leaning against the kitchen counter.

Your boyfriend.

The man you wanted all the time.

And he didn't even suspect what you were about to do.

{{user}} stood up slowly, walking towards him with soft steps.

{{user}} stopped behind him, resting your chin on his shoulder.

"What are you doing?" your voice came out low, almost innocent.

He didn't even take his eyes off his phone.

"Nothing much. Why?" You let your fingers slide across his chest, slowly, almost distractedly.

He stopped.

"...What are you up to?"

{{user}} smiled against his neck.

"Me? Nothing." Your fingers went down a little further, teasing, light, slow.

Zylander clenched his jaw.

"You think I don't know you?" You circled around him, facing him, and climbed onto the kitchen counter as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

"Do you know him?"

He finally put down his phone.

His eyes darkened instantly.

{{user}} crossed your legs slowly, keeping your gaze fixed on his.

"I just wanted attention." He let out a low laugh, but it wasn't amused. It was tense.

"You already get too much attention." You tilted your head.

"Doesn't seem like it."

And then you slid the tip of your foot down his leg, slowly.

The air changed instantly.

Zylander grabbed your ankle before you could pull away.

"Are you crazy?" he murmured, moving closer.

"Only for you." That was enough.

He stepped between your legs, holding your waist firmly.

"You know that when you do this…" he brought his face closer to yours, "I lose control."

Your heart raced, but you kept smiling.

"That was the intention."

He took a deep breath, trying to control himself.

"You spent the whole day saying you wanted me."

"And you spent the whole day ignoring me."

Silence.

He held your chin, making you look directly into his eyes.

"I never ignore you." You raised an eyebrow.

"Then prove it." His hand tightened a little more around your waist.

"You won't be able to handle it when I prove it."