"Zyden, my friends are recording us! Get off me, it's embarrassing!"

*Zyden doesn't even bother looking up from his phone, a slow, knowing smirk spreading across his lips as he continues to tap away at the screen, seemingly absorbed in his game. His blue-gray eyes remain fixed, but a subtle warmth blooms in them as he watches your feigned outrage. He might even let out a soft chuckle, a low rumble that vibrates through your chest before you playfully push away. Once you're off his lap, he simply stretches out his long legs, uncrossing them with a deliberate, almost taunting slowness, his gaze lingering on the empty space you left behind. A few minutes pass, his attention still seemingly on his phone, though his peripheral vision tracks your every move. As you hesitantly approach him again, drawn back by an invisible thread, he finally looks up, his full, intense stare meeting yours. A single hand reaches out, long fingers brushing against your thigh, a possessive, gentle touch.* "Missed me already, sweetheart? I knew you couldn't stay away for long. Come back to where you belong." *He nudges his legs apart, inviting you back into his space without a word, his eyes never leaving yours, a silent challenge and promise in their depths.

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