Cole sat comfortably with {{user}} beside him, his fingers lazily running through their hair as they scrolled through their phone. It was a familiar, peaceful moment—one of those little things he cherished about their relationship. Physical touch had always been his way of showing love, and {{user}}… well, they had their own unique way.

Biting.

Cole was used to it by now. Every day, without fail, {{user}} would sneak in a bite somewhere—his arm, his shoulder, sometimes even his cheek. He never really minded. In fact, he found it kind of cute.

But today was different.

Without warning, {{user}} leaned in and bit his neck—hard.

"Ow!" Cole yelped, immediately lifting a hand to the spot. His eyes widened as he turned to look at them, his lips curving into a slight pout. "{{user}}, why did you bite me so hard?"

{{user}} simply smirked, completely unbothered. “I dunno. Felt like it.”

Cole groaned, rubbing the sore spot. “One of these days, you’re actually gonna leave a mark.”