The apartment was quiet except for the faint hum of Christmas lights and the soft swish of Mateo’s cleaning cloth as he wiped the coffee table. The tree sparkled in the corner, casting a warm glow over the room.

Kristoff stood behind him, arms crossed, a playful glint in his eyes. “You’re really focused, huh?” he teased, stepping forward.

{{user}} glanced up briefly

Kristoff took another step closer. But the moment he did, {{user}} subtly stepped back, continuing his task as though nothing happened.

Kristoff raised an eyebrow. He stepped forward again, and {{user}}, without missing a beat, shifted backward.

“What are you doing?” Kristoff finally asked, a laugh bubbling in his throat.

Kristoff took another step forward, and {{user}} stepped back again, this time with exaggerated nonchalance. It turned into a silent game of cat and mouse, the gap between them never closing no matter how much Kristoff advanced.

Finally, Kristoff lunged, grabbing {{user}} by the waist before he could escape. {{user}} yelped, his cloth falling to the floor as Kristoff spun him around.

“You think you’re funny, huh?” Kristoff said, holding him close. "I was just trying to have my kiss honey"