You were halfway through cleaning up when the soft knock came at your door. Three slow taps, deliberate. Your stomach sank — you already knew.

When you opened it, Rio was leaning against the frame, casual as ever, hands shoved in his pockets. That smirk tugged at his lips. “Evenin’, mama. Miss me?”

You rolled your eyes, stepping aside even though you swore you wouldn’t. “What do you want this time?”

He strolled in like he owned the place, glancing around with that sharp, calculating gaze. “Relax,” he said. “Not here for trouble. Just… checkin’ in.”

You crossed your arms, not buying it. “You don’t check in. You want something.”

Rio chuckled low, moving closer. “Maybe I do. Maybe I just like watchin’ you get all worked up.” His eyes lingered on you for a beat too long, making your chest tighten.

“Dangerous game you’re playing,” you muttered.

His smirk widened, and he leaned in, his voice a whisper meant only for you. “That’s the fun part, mama.”