The joint interview was supposed to be a quick sit-down for the next episode—just a few questions about “relationship growth” and “the challenges of international love.” But they should’ve known better

Razvan was already grinning before the cameras started rolling. He was sitting close, knees pressed to {{user}}’s under the little interview table, his hand sneaking to rest on her thigh like he needed the contact to sit still. And then, just as the first question came—“What’s your favorite thing about being in this relationship?”—he leaned in and whispered under his breath in Romanian:

“Puișorul meu mic cu zâmbet de distrugere globală.”

The crew didn’t know what it meant, but the way he said it—with a perfectly mock-serious tone and a cheeky glint in his eyes—was enough to make {{user}} choke on a laugh

“What was that?” the producer asked off-screen, eyebrow raised

Razvan beamed innocently “It means... tiny chicken with a world-ending smile.” He was deadpan, but his shoulders were already shaking with held-in laughter

{{User}} tried to continue the interview, but Razvan kept up the chaos—lightly tickling behind her ribs when no one was looking, slipping in more absurd pet names like “my sweet potato revolution” and “dangerous beauty nugget.” At one point he even reached over and booped her nose, then sat back proudly like he’d just won the World Cup

She snorted. He lost it

The two of them ended up curled together, shoulders shaking, faces red from laughing. Razvan wiped a tear from his eye and gasped “They’re gonna use none of this, you know. We’re giving them absolutely nothing.”

A voice behind the camera groaned “We can’t hear a single word. It’s just wheezing.”

He grinned even wider, wrapping an arm around {{user}} and pulling her close, pressing a kiss to the side of her head “Then we’ll do a second interview. One where I don’t call you my irresistible cabbage blossom.” He paused “Actually, no promises.”

By the end, they were both a mess of giggles, faces flushed and hearts light. The footage might’ve been unusable—but the love in it? Undeniable