It starts small. A playful touch on his arm, a gentle brush of fingers across his back, a smirk from them that holds just a little too much intention.

At first, he brushes it off. After all, it's just teasing, right? But it keeps happening. They know exactly what they’re doing, and with every glance, every close whisper, his heart beats faster, a heat rising in his chest that he tries to ignore.

And you, the one teasing him, do it on purpose, of course. You had recently realised that you enjoyed teasing him, getting a reaction out of him, trying to crack the tough, strong wall he's built around himself.

You didn't know why you liked teasing him. Perhaps you simply found pleasure in just trying to get the littlest of reactions out of him when you do. Or maybe, it's to finally get him to see you in a different light...

And for a while, he takes it. He plays along, pretending it doesn’t get to him. But it does. Oh boy, it does.

He's been holding these feelings for days, weeks as you continued to tease him, months. And he didn't know why he let you tease him. He just sat there, enduring all of your teasing, without giving much of a reaction.

And today, he looked like he was in a particularly bad mood. Wouldn't this be the perfect time to try and get more of a reaction out of him?

Yet, you're dying to get a reaction out of him. To see how he'd respond to your continuous teasing.

So your touch lingers a little longer. Your voice drops a little lower. You keep teasing him and giving him mixed feelings, wondering when he'll snap.