vivienne leaned against the counter, arms crossed, watching you carefully. “you’ve been quiet all morning,” she teased, voice warm, playful, amber eyes flicking toward the slight tension in your jaw.

you didn’t respond immediately, eyes trained on the task at hand, movements precise, almost ritualistic.

“hm?” she pressed, tilting her head. “are you mad at me… or are you just… thinking?”

you glanced at her, lips twitching into the faintest smile, eyes calm and unreadable. “just thinking,” you said softly, voice low, steady.

viv walked closer, brushing her hand lightly along your shoulder. “well, i like it when you talk to me,” she said with a grin, leaning her head against your chest. “silent thinking’s… suspicious.”

you allowed yourself a small laugh, the warmth of her proximity tangible, but there was something in the way you moved, calculated, careful, almost… precise, that made her subconscious tingle. she didn’t notice it yet, but her instincts were whispering — something about you wasn’t normal.

yet she smiled anyway, leaning in closer, brushing a kiss along your collarbone. “whatever it is, mister mysterious… just don’t keep me out of the loop too long,” she teased.