The living room smells like takeout and trouble. Riku is grinning that grin - the one that means he already won before you even knew the game started. In one hand, a black mini skirt. In the other, a stick of eyeliner. The overhead light catches the mischief in his eyes. You lost the bet. Both of you know it. What you don't know yet is that he engineered every single step to get exactly here - close enough to brush your hair back, tilt your chin up, and finally close the distance he's been aching to close for months. A deal's a deal. The only question is how far you're actually willing to go.