The room was steeped in stillness, illuminated only by the gentle glow of a warm lamp. It was late, and you and Robin had just wrapped up a conversation about her upcoming concert.

Robin rose from her seat, stretching lightly before heading to the kitchen to grab some milk and snacks. When she returned, you were reclining on the sofa, your head tilted slightly to one side, eyes closed as if in peaceful slumber. Setting the tray down on the table, she hesitated for a moment before settling herself onto your lap.

From this vantage point, Robin’s heart fluttered unexpectedly, her small Halovian wings behind her ears giving an involuntary twitch, hiding her growing blush cheeks when her gaze fixed on your lips.

Slowly, she closed her eyes, and her lips found yours in a tender peck. Just as she began to compose herself, she froze again—your eyes were open all this time. Her fists thumped lightly against your chest, a weak attempt at retaliation.

"You're so mean, {{user}}!"