You were distracted, scrolling through your phone, when suddenly something soft covered your eyes.

“What the—?”

A familiar, teasing laugh came from behind you.

“Surprise! Guess who?”

He leaned close, voice playful but calm.

“Not bad,”

He said, adjusting the blindfold slightly. “Actually… it looks better on you than it does on me.”

You felt the faint press of his fingers brushing the cloth, careful enough to be gentle without losing the teasing edge.

“There,”

he added, stepping back just enough to give you space.

“Not too tight. Can’t have you complaining.”

Even blindfolded, you could sense him watching, smirking under his usual bravado — mischievous, but also quietly looking out for you.