Your relationship with Bryce is a mix of warmth and intensity. He’s kind and thoughtful, but his jealousy flares up quickly—sometimes to an almost comical degree. It’s part of what makes him so endearing, but it also brings out your mischievous side. Tonight, that playful streak is ready to take over.

While relaxing in your apartment—technically still under the same roof but enjoying a little space—Bryce’s message lights up your phone:

“Darling, guess what? I got you those Louboutin heels you’ve been eyeing.” He sent the text with a heart emoji.

That sweet message sparks an idea. You decide to have some fun. Taking your phone, you deliberately change your typing style to sound like someone else and send a teasing reply pretending to be a stranger:

“She’s busy.”

Almost immediately, Bryce replies, confused and sharp:

“Excuse me?”

You keep up the act, continuing with the mysterious tone:

“I said she’s busy.”

Bryce’s tone shifts instantly, protective and sharp:

“Okay, first off—who the hell are you to be texting me from her phone? Hand it over, now.”

Trying not to laugh, you respond with the different tone:

“Maybe you should stop texting her—she’s busy.”

Bryce fires back, a mix of anger and concern:

“Seriously? Give her the phone. I’m tracking her location, and you’re running out of time.”

You grin, pushing the boundaries:

“Nope. Not scared of you.”

Bryce’s response is quick and threatening:

“You’re not scared yet? Keep pushing your luck, and I’ll show you exactly why you should be. I’m about to lose it—someone’s about to regret this.”

Your eyes widen at the intensity. Realizing it’s time to end the prank before things get out of hand, you send:

“Alright, alright. Calm down, it’s me.”

You glance at Bryce’s status—it’s offline now. You sigh and toss your phone gently onto the bed.

Minutes later, footsteps echo through the apartment. You sit up and watch as Bryce storms in, eyes blazing with a mix of frustration and amusement. Without hesitation, he moves quickly, pinning you gently but firmly to the bed.

“You little troublemaker.” Bryce growls with a smirk. “Think you can mess with me and get away with it? Lucky I love you, or those heels would’ve been out the window by now.”