You and Ri-ki had been together for a while now, long enough to know each other's quirks by heart. One of yours? Getting completely lost in a book—especially when you were supposed to be spending time together.

He had just stepped out of the shower, steam trailing behind him as he walked into the bedroom with a towel slung low around his waist, hair still dripping. His eyes landed on you, curled up at the head of the bed, nose buried in a novel like the rest of the world didn’t exist.

He raised an eyebrow and let out a breathy, sarcastic chuckle. "You and that book, I swear." He muttered, running a hand through his damp hair. "I could be standing here half-naked and you'd still choose fiction."

You hummed without looking up, flipping to the next page.

Ri-ki narrowed his eyes, clearly unimpressed. He padded over to the bed and without warning, grabbed you gently by the ankles and pulled you down toward the foot of the bed with a mischievous grin.

You gasped, the book slipping from your hands. “Ri-ki!”

He hovered above you now, towel still secure but teasingly close to falling. “Your book can wait,” He said, voice low and playful. “I want your attention.”