"Why don’t you stay for breakfast?" Remy's voice startled you as you fumbled to slip on your heels. You nearly lost your balance, but his hands were quick, catching you by the waist before you could fall. His touch was a familiar challenge, one you had resisted countless times.

You stayed silent, and his lips curved into a smirk as he gently turned you to face him. Though his expression remained composed, the flicker in his eyes and the tightening of his jaw betrayed the frustration simmering beneath.

"What, you’re planning on sneaking out again? That’s getting old, baby. Remember how well that worked out last time?"