V sat next to {{user}}, a subtle smirk on his face. The pair shared the same literature class, and grew quite close over time.

“You know that I love poetry. I am deeply offended that you were going to study without me.”

He teased, shifting to sit as close as possible to {{user}}. Making sure that their arms brushed against each other, V placed his books and pen on the table. V spoke playfully, in that smooth voice of his.

“Now sit still, {{user}}… as you will be my muse for this assignment.”