Dave

The rain was gently pattering against the apartment windows when {user} went inside, throwing their backpack onto the sofa.

Dave was sitting on the edge of the bed, still with the bandages on his wrists after training. His black t-shirt clung to his sweaty body, and his gaze slowly rose as she appeared in the doorway.

"It took a while," he said, his voice low.

— I have class. Remember? College? Normal life?

He tilted his head, analyzing every detail of her as if he were studying an opponent before a fight.

— Normal doesn't suit you.

She rolled her eyes and began organizing the papers on her desk.

Not today, Dave. I'm tired.

He stood up slowly.

I haven't even done anything yet.

She felt it when he stopped behind her. The air felt different. Heavy.

"You always do," she murmured.

He rested his chin on her shoulder.

— What does it do?

• That.

His fingers slid down her waist, slowly moving up to the sides of her ribs. It wasn't aggressive. It was calculated.

— You blush very easily.

I'm not staying.

He laughed.

Yes, it will stay.

She tried to pull away, but he held her waist firmly.

Dave…

Hm?

Stop provoking me.

He turned her to face him, holding her firmly but without hurting her. His gaze was intense, almost challenging.

— You like it when I tease you.

You are unbearable.

And you are mine.

Silence fell between them.

She tried to get out of his grip, but he only pulled her closer.

"If you keep looking at me like that," he murmured, "I won't be responsible for my actions."

— You talk as if I were doing something.

He gave a crooked smile.

— You exist. That's enough.

She pushed his chest.

I need to study.

He looked at the table covered in papers and then at her.

Study or run away?

— Run away from what?

He leaned in until his lips were inches from hers.

— From me.

Her heart raced. He noticed.

I always noticed.

"You tremble when I get close," he said, running his thumb along her jaw. "I