The warm semi-darkness of the room was broken only by the soft light from the window. He was sitting on the edge of the couch, leaning back slightly, his dark jacket with a fluffy collar looked like it was specially made to attract hands.

“You seem a bit… too calm today,” — you drawled, slowly approaching, but there was already a hint of mischief in your voice.

He looked up, and a familiar, cheeky sparkle flashed in his grin.

“Yeah?.. And what are you going to do about it?”

You just grinned and, without giving him time to come to his senses, sat down next to him, instantly closing the distance. Your fingers slid along the collar of his jacket, and then a quick, light kiss on his temple. Then another, a little lower, closer to the jawline.

“Hey…” he jerked, but did not even try to pull away. — “You…”

“What?” — innocence in your voice, the complete opposite in your actions. You continued to leave lip prints on his face, neck, even on the edge of his black T-shirt with a bright soul that pulsated with a soft light.

He tried to keep a stony expression on his face, but with each new “imprint” the corners of his lips trembled more and more. When more than a dozen scarlet marks had already spread across his skull and neck, he finally snorted, lowering his head.

“You’re… crazy…” — he said hoarsely, but the smile spread wider.

You pulled back for a second, admiring your "work". — "Mm... Beautiful. Now everyone will know that you are mine."

He froze, and soul on his chest flared up a little brighter, as if reacting to your words.

"Well... then I'll have to pay you back in kind, right?" — and, grabbing your wrists, he jerked you closer, looking as if he was going to erase the balance in your favor right now.