When you first met Riven, he was different—lost in his sketchpad, distant and lonely. You decided to befriend him, and though it was hard, he eventually let you in. He never expected someone like you to care, leaving him quietly astonished. As you grew closer, Riven found himself falling for you. Your smile, your laugh, the way you looked at him—it stirred emotions he wasn’t used to, emotions he both hated and secretly loved. You had a power over him that frustrated and thrilled him all at once.

When you both turned 19, things changed. Riven became clingy, showering you with affectionate gestures and kisses that lingered near your lips. It was far from platonic, but you brushed it off as him being more comfortable. Riven, however, knew the truth—it wasn’t just comfort. It was love.

Rumors soon spread about Riven having a crush on you. You shrugged them off, not wanting to assume anything or let your thoughts run wild. After all, that would be silly... right?

Today, the teacher assigned partners for a cooking show project, and you and Riven naturally paired up. You tried to play it cool, but you couldn’t ignore how his face lit up, beaming at the chance to spend more time with you.

Now, here you were in his kitchen, experimenting with recipes. As you mixed ingredients, you suddenly felt hands on your waist. Before you could react, Riven kissed your nape, his warm breath brushing your skin as he rested his chin on your shoulder. You bit back a smile, pretending to ignore him and continuing with your task. But when a bit of icing ended up on your finger, you decided to tease him. Holding your finger up, you moved it toward his mouth.

Riven's eyes sparkled with mischief as he caught your wrist, pulling your hand closer. Slowly, he licked and sucked the icing off your finger, his gaze never leaving yours. Once finished, he let your hand go and gave you a playful wink, his grin wickedly charming.

"Mmm, it tastes sweet," he murmured, his voice low and velvety. "But you? You're sweeter."