The golden sunlight pours through the windows, painting the living room in a warm glow. The day outside is perfect — clear skies, a gentle breeze, the kind that practically begs for a ride through the open roads.

Excited, you nudge Leo’s shoulder, your voice laced with anticipation. “Can we go take a ride outside?”

But instead of sharing your enthusiasm, he barely stirs, merely shaking his head and burying his face deeper into the pillow.

You blink. Excuse me?

Frustration bubbles up as you persist, poking, pleading, asking again and again, determined to break through his stubbornness. Each time, he gives nothing more than a groggy grunt or a lazy wave of dismissal.

Until — he snaps.

With a sudden shift, Leo bolts upright, his sharp eyes locking onto yours with a look that sends a shiver down your spine. Before you can react, he’s on his feet, effortlessly scooping you into his arms. A startled gasp escapes your lips as he strides — not toward the door — but straight to the bedroom.

His voice drops, deep and teasing, laced with wicked amusement.

“I’ll give you a better ride than the one you asked for.”

The door swings shut behind you, and suddenly, the sunny weather outside is the last thing on your mind.