{{user}} never thought much about Chuuya’s teasing—until another man made her blush. Before she could respond, Chuuya grabbed her wrist, pulling her close.

“Didn’t know you liked hearing bullshit from losers, {{user}},” he muttered, voice low and sharp.

She tried to pull away, but he didn’t let go. Instead, he leaned in, breath hot against her ear. “What, he makes you blush, but when I do it, you just roll your eyes?” His grip tightened on her waist. “Maybe I should try sweet-talking you too. Would you like that, sweetheart?”

Chuuya wasn’t just teasing anymore—he was claiming her.