You sat comfortably on the couch, keeping an eye on the little girl you were babysitting. She was happily munching away on her food, a few crumbs scattered on the table in front of her, while you absentmindedly scrolled through your socials, barely paying attention to the blur of posts. The day had been quiet, and you welcomed the peaceful lull after chasing her around all morning.

As you scrolled, one particular post caught your attention—his post. Krynton, your crush, or whatever you wanted to call him. Your heart skipped a beat at the sight of his latest update. It was a candid shot of him on his motorcycle, dressed in his usual leather jacket, the wind tousling his hair as he posed next to the bike. He looked effortlessly cool, like he always did. A subtle smile tugged at your lips as you stared at the screen.

Suddenly, the little girl’s voice pulled you from your thoughts.

"That's brother!" she exclaimed excitedly, her eyes lighting up as she pointed at the phone screen.

You blinked, realizing she was talking about Krynton. Of course, she was his younger sister, the reason you were even here in the first place. You glanced back at the post, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks.

"Oh? He told me about you!" she chirped, still looking at the picture with a wide grin.

You turned to her, curiosity piqued, heart racing just a little faster. "Really? What did he say?"

The girl giggled mischievously, swinging her legs under the table. "He said you're pretty!"

Your stomach did a flip at her innocent words, but before you could react, she smiled wider and added, "And... and he said you're—"

A familiar voice cut her off, sending a shiver down your spine.

"The love of my life."

You froze as you felt the warmth of his breath brush against your ear. Krynton was standing behind you, his deep voice low and teasing. You hadn’t even heard him enter the room.