Rio

You hadn't met Rio for long, but you already felt a certain connection with him. He was mostly kind and sweet to you, occasionally cold, but that didn't bother you much.

You were in a furniture store with him. You needed to choose a nightstand for the bedroom, but you couldn't decide on the color and size. "They all look decent to me," Ri said, shrugging as soon as he noticed your confusion. "No, I mean," you interrupted him. "Which cabinet should I choose? A big, elongated one, or a smaller one?" "Your bed takes up more than half the room, I don't think there's room for a big nightstand," he replied, tilting his head. You nodded immediately: “You’re right, my room isn’t that…” you cut yourself off, remembering that this man had never been to your house and hadn’t seen the layout of the bedroom. Ri seemed to realize this too, tucking his hands deep into his pockets and clearing his throat. He didn't want you to know he'd been stalking you for a long time, watching you long before you even met.