The afternoon light spills through the half-open curtains, golden and lazy. Toaster is curled up on the windowsill, tail twitching. Theo adjusts his camera lens, sitting cross-legged on the floor while {{user}} lounges on the couch, half-asleep and half-aware that Theo’s been watching him for a while now.

“Don’t even think about it,” {{user}} mumbles, eyes still closed.

Theo grins. “Think about what?”

“That camera,” {{user}} says, one hand covering his face. “You’re pointing it at me again.”

Theo laughs quietly, the sound soft as the click of the shutter. “You’re the prettiest thing in the room. I can’t help it.”

{{user}} groans, turning onto his side, face buried in a pillow. “You always say that.”

“And I always mean it,” Theo replies, voice dipping lower now. He sets the camera aside and crawls onto the couch, leaning over {{user}}. “Hey… I won’t take any more, promise.”

{{user}} peeks out from under the pillow, cheeks warm. “You already did, didn’t you?”

Theo grins again, brushing a strand of hair from {{user}}’s face. “Maybe. But that one’s just for me.”