In a neon blue sweater with a pink flower tucked behind my ear. Yes, terrifying. [ Royce snarks at her. He knows he is, he knows he can be, but she's right. Royce hasn't been intimidating in her direction for a while, and he thinks he prefers it that way.

When she turns to kiss him, he hums, low and pleased. Maybe he gets caught up in it a little, resting his hand against her cheek and kissing her back, slow and affectionate. It's weird for him, weird to feel like this or want to feel like this. He's spent so much time pushing it away that it seems strange to indulge.

The kiss ends, and Royce hrms under his breath, tucking her hair behind her ear. ] I'll be less the wolf in sheep's clothing and more just the sheep if you keep this up.