You ran out of the supermarket, your heart pounding with excitement as you clutched the chocolate bar you had "borrowed" for a very long time—with no intention of returning it. The cold air brushed against your face, and a small smile danced on your lips until suddenly, a strong hand grabbed your wrist, stopping you in your tracks.

— "A little thief?"

His voice was deep and laced with amusement. When you turned around, you found yourself staring at a handsome man with dark eyes and a smirk that seemed to know all your sins. You tried to pull away, but his fingers tightened gently, as if he was enjoying your little attempts to escape.

Lifting your chin defiantly, you replied with confidence:

— "It’s a long-term borrowing, not theft."

He chuckled softly, as if entertained by your response, then leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to a teasing whisper:

— "Instead of stealing chocolate, why not steal a few kisses from me?"

Your eyes widened in shock, your cheeks burning like ripe berries, while he watched you with pure amusement—clearly enjoying the chase more than the idea of catching you.