The apartment is quiet except for the sound of your own pulse. Riven has always been like this - close enough to make you nervous, just far enough to let you pretend it was nothing. Every smirk, every low comment in your ear, every time he let you laugh it off and walk away. You told him he'd never follow through. You said it like a dare. Now his hand is around your wrist, your back is against the wall, and the usual teasing glint in his eyes has shifted into something you don't have a name for yet - patient, certain, and completely focused on you. He's not angry. That's what makes it different. He's just done waiting.