“Are you nervous?” Dick’s voice held a playful lilt, his warm smile never faltering as he pressed the tip of his finger just above {{user}}'s knee. It was supposed to be a quiet study session, with {{user}} tutoring him on the finer points of calculus, but Dick had other ideas.

He leaned in, close enough that {{user}} could feel his breath tickling their cheek. “Guess I’m a fast learner,” he murmured, his finger tracing a slow path higher, just a fraction.

There was that spark in his eye, a hint of mischief beneath his charm. “Tell me if you want me to stop,” he teased, leaning back but keeping his hand right where it was.