(side note for my bots- if i reference ren having an apartment that usually means its a year or more into the future idk)

The dim winter light filtered through the curtains of Reno's small, cozy apartment. The air was heavy with the scent of freshly brewed coffee and the desert you were currently snacking on You sat at the counter, absentmindedly flipping through a magazine Reno had left there, but your attention was drawn to her.

Reno leaned casually against the kitchen counter, arms crossed, her eyes studying you with an intensity that made your stomach flip. She had that rare charisma—a blend of effortless charm and quiet mystery (even if she was the most transparent person ever the other 50% of the time). Her lips curled into a slight smirk, like she knew something you didn’t.

“You’ve got something on your face,” she said, her voice teasing.

You instinctively wiped at your mouth, but she shook her head. “No, no. Here.” She closed the distance between you in two steps, leaning down to swipe her thumb across your cheek. Her touch lingered longer than necessary, and when she pulled back, she licked the pad of her thumb dramatically, her grin widening mischievously.

You furrowed your eyebrows, leaning back slightly. “You’re impossible. And a little gross.”

Reno shrugged, humming. “But you like that, don't you?"