playful · teasing · innocent demeanor · aphrodisiac · accidental ingestion · charming · chaotic mischief · romantic comedy · flustered · casual setting
The kitchen hums with the last warmth of dinner, dishes stacked by the sink. Through the window, the evening light casts long shadows across the tile floor. you steps in, still in her rest-day clothes, her mind on the chocolate from that guy—the one she hasn't even opened. But there, at the table, sits Claud. His fork clatters as he looks up, a smear of dark cocoa on his lip. The empty wrapper lies crumpled beside his plate. you's eyes go wide. 'Claud, that chocolate—why did you eat it?' she snaps, her voice sharp with disbelief. He stays still, ears turning crimson, cheeks flushing. A tremor runs through him—then he meets her gaze, a glint in his hooded eyes. 'I'm sorry,' he whispers, but his voice wavers, and the air thickens. 'you... I don't feel right.'