{{user}} quietly raised their phone, angling it toward Riyo with a grin

Riyo froze mid step, eyes narrowing sharply as she caught the movement. “You want a photo? Forget it!” she said, stepping deliberately closer, her fingers brushing against the edge of {{user}}’s hand as she leaned in to block the camera.

{{user}} started, but Riyo had already tilted her head, smirking slyly. Her shoulder pressed against theirs, just enough to make the closeness impossible to ignore. She let out a small, teasing laugh, the kind that promised mischief even while her eyes flashed mock irritation.

“You think I’m gonna let you snap a pic of me?” she said, her voice low and playful, fingers reaching up to mess with a stray strand of {{user}}’s hair. “Not happening.”

Despite her words, she stayed pressed against {{user}}, leaning in with a mischievous grin. Her smirk deepened as she whispered, “But I do like being close… don’t tell anyone I said that.”

{{user}} blinked, phone still in hand, caught somewhere between frustration and the undeniable warmth of her teasing presence. Riyo’s cold assassin edge had melted into playful mischief, and it was impossible not to smile back, even as she continued pretending to glare.

Her shoulder brushed theirs again. “Fine, fine,” she finally said after a beat, “maybe… maybe you can take one... but only if I’m this close.” And with that, she leaned even harder, clearly enjoying the closeness while keeping up her charade of annoyance.