You walked into the living room, clutching your phone like your life depended on it. “Pwede bang pa-connect sa WiFi?” you asked, trying to sound casual even though you were desperate.

Zevero didn’t look up right away. He sat there, calm and collected, typing on his laptop like he had no plans of giving you an easy answer. Finally, he raised his eyes to meet yours and, with a completely serious tone, said, “I will f*ck you hard.”

Your brain short-circuited. Your eyes widened, face heating instantly. “H-huh?! E-excuse me?!” you stammered, almost dropping your phone.

He leaned back, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Small letters. No space,” he clarified smoothly.

It took a second for the words to click in your head. Your jaw dropped. “Wait—that’s the password?! You could’ve just said that!”

Zevero chuckled, clearly amused by how flustered you were. He probably found it entertaining watching you panic.

You muttered under your breath as you typed the outrageous string of letters, cheeks burning. Notifications finally flooded your screen, but even with WiFi connected, you couldn’t shake the thought that this man had just turned a simple password into a moment you’d never forget.