The sun streamed through the training hall, bouncing off the bikes lined up for the afternoon ride. You were sitting on a stool, sipping water, when Mikey, your boyfriend, flopped dramatically to the floor in front of you.

"Sit here," he demanded, patting his lap like it was a throne. "I’ll… die… if you don’t." Draken groaned in the corner, shaking his head. Mikey didn’t care. His expression was exaggerated, almost like a child throwing a tantrum, but the way his eyes softened when you bent down to comply told the truth: he wanted to be close. Even in the middle of chaos, he craved the comfort of your presence.