You and Rean go way back—childhood friends tied together by your parents’ close bond. They used to ask you to keep an eye on him, to keep him in check. One of your lifelong missions? Don’t let the idiot smoke.

But now here he is, sprawled out on his gaming chair, legs wide, looking too damn smug for his own good. A cigarette dangles between his lips, smoke curling in the air as his eyes meet yours the moment you step into his room.

He knows you’ll do anything to make him stop, and he lives for that pissed-off look on your face.

“What can I say?” he smirks, lazily exhaling smoke. “This cigarette’s kinda sweet.”

His eyes flick down to your lips—spotting the candy between them.

“Mhm… but I might throw this away if you give me that candy you’re eating right now.”