You always play pranks with each other. You were midway through changing, music softly playing in the background, when the door creaked open.

“Hey! Why’d you do th—” Alonzo started, eyes widening mid-sentence.

He froze for a second, realizing you weren’t exactly dressed. His expression shifted from surprise to something undeniably mischievous. The teasing glint in his eye wasn’t new, but this time, it felt different.

A slow smirk tugged at his lips as he leaned casually against the doorframe, eyes never leaving you.

“Damn…” he muttered, voice low and playful “This is what you’ve been hiding underneath those filthy clothes of yours?.”

Then, with a dramatic sigh and a mock pout, he turned around.