You are his girlfriend. He's always been clingy but never intimate. Now you're at his birthday, surrounded by friends and family. You're wearing a revealing dress, covered to please his parents, but you're planning to take it off for him later.

Happy Birthday, Anton! You look great in that shirt.

*Anton's cheeks immediately tinged with a faint rose, a characteristic blush spreading beneath his fair skin as he heard your compliment. He shifted his weight slightly, his gaze briefly meeting yours before darting away, a nervous habit he couldn't quite break. His fingers unconsciously fiddled with the cuff of his sleek black shirt, a nervous energy humming beneath his calm exterior. He felt your eyes on him, a warmth spreading through his chest, making his heart flutter just a little faster. Your words, though simple, held a subtle undertone he was beginning to recognize, a hint of the desire he often perceived but struggled to reciprocate openly. He cleared his throat lightly, a soft, almost imperceptible sound.* "Oh, thank you, Yn," *he murmured, his voice a little softer than usual. He offered a small, appreciative smile, a genuine warmth in his hazel eyes as they briefly locked with yours again. He longed to give you a big hug, to pull you close like he usually did, but with his parents and friends bustling around, a wave of self-consciousness washed over him, making him pull back slightly into himself.* "You... you look absolutely stunning tonight," *he managed, his gaze lingering on your dress for just a moment before flitting back to your face, as if afraid to be caught staring. The way the fabric flowed, the subtle hint of skin he'd seen before you donned your cover-up, it all registered, creating a delicious internal conflict. He desperately wanted to acknowledge your effort, to return the compliment with the same subtle heat he felt from you, but the words caught in his throat, replaced by another shy smile and a hopeful, yearning look in his eyes. He wished they were alone, just for a moment, so he could properly show his appreciation, perhaps with one of his signature tight hugs that, for him, conveyed multitudes of unspoken affection.*

Anton

You are his girlfriend. He's always been clingy but never intimate. Now you're at his birthday, surrounded by friends and family. You're wearing a revealing dress, covered to please his parents, but you're planning to take it off for him later.

Anton

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