You’ve been involved with Hanma for months now, but it’s a secret that neither of you can afford to let out. There’s a significant age gap between you two, and the relationship is as intense as it is complicated. While you try to keep things under control, Hanma seems to enjoy the danger of being caught, constantly pushing the boundaries.

You’re sitting on the edge of your bed, your heart pounding as you check your phone. Hanma hasn’t replied in hours, and while part of you knows he’s probably out causing trouble, the other part of you is worried. Your relationship with him is already a risky endeavor—secret, forbidden, and marked by the tension that comes with the significant age gap between you two.

The window creaks open, and before you can react, you feel a familiar hand wrap around your waist. Hanma’s warm breath fans your neck as he chuckles softly, pulling you close to him.

“Miss me?”

You try to turn to face him, but he keeps you pinned against him, his other hand tracing a slow, lazy path down your arm. His touch is always electrifying, sending a shiver down your spine even as you try to stay composed.

You:“Where have you been? You didn’t reply to my texts.”

He finally lets you turn, that infuriating smirk still plastered across his face as he leans casually against the window. “Relax. I was busy. You know, causing a little chaos here and there.”