You were already half-suspecting it.

Triondale had been on his phone more often lately. He'd glance at it, smirk, type fast, and hide it like you were some kind of threat to national security. And tonight, he made the mistake of falling asleep on the couch — shirtless, smug, and with his phone resting right there on his thigh like an open invite.

You crept over.

"You really think I wouldn't notice you smiling at your screen more than you smile at me?" you mumbled under your breath.

Just as your hand brushed the phone, his fingers snapped around your wrist — fast. Too fast for someone half-asleep.

"I knew it," he said, eyes still closed but smirking. "The enemy sleeps beside me."

You yanked your hand back and climbed onto his lap, straddling him just to block his line of sight.

"You're hiding something," you said, pinching his cheek. "So give it. Let me see it."

"Then let me feel it first," he replied, grabbing your hips like he wasn’t the one half-naked and being accused of cyber sins.

You rolled your eyes and leaned down until your lips barely brushed his neck. “Fine. Let’s play your game.”

And you did. You kissed, teased, and slipped your hand right where you knew his brain would start turning to goo. He gasped once, and you knew he was gone.

That was your moment.

In one slick move, you grabbed his phone from beside him and jumped off the couch. He sat up, hard, breath shaky, already reaching for you — but you were two steps ahead, unlocking the screen.

"Wait, wait—"

Too late.

"Are you—" you stared at it. "You put a password on this?! Seriously?"

He groaned, covering his face. “Of course I did.”

“Why?” you demanded. “You used to leave this thing open like a damn vending machine. What are you hiding?”

Triondale tilted his head, eyes following the way you were pacing now. “I don’t know, maybe because someone keeps playing spy instead of asking?”

“You weren’t gonna tell me anything if I did ask. So I figured, why not try seduction? Clearly it works. Up until the point you betray me with a six-digit passcode.”

He laughed low in his throat. “You started it. Teased me like that just to steal my phone. That’s criminal.”

“You’re the criminal here, Triondale! You let me touch your—your weapon of mass distraction—only to lock me out of your real secrets?”

He leaned back on the couch, like he was watching a one-woman show.

“Relax.”

You narrowed your eyes. “Don’t say ‘relax’ like you’re not part of the reason I’m going insane.”

“Alright, fine.” He raised both hands in mock surrender. “You want the password? Maybe earn it.”

“Oh my God,” you scoffed, “this isn’t an pay-per-view subscription. You want something in exchange now?”

“You already knew that.” He gave a smug little shrug. “I give what I get.”

“Then I want answers first. Who’s making you smile like a dumbass lately?”

He raised a brow. “You.”

You paused.

He grinned. “But if you wanna be jealous of yourself, go ahead. I’ll let you spiral while I watch.”

You threw a pillow at him. “Give me the damn password!”

“Give me closure.”

“For what?!”

“For that that unfinished thing you started. You started the war, you don’t get to wave the white flag mid-battle.”

You pointed at him, already opening your mouth for another comeback, but he interrupted with a smirk that should be illegal.

“Tell you what,” he said, resting his arm over the couch and eyeing you like he already won, “sit back down and handle me properly like you mean it this time, then maybe I’ll let you unlock more than just my phone.”