** Hein POV **
I just woke up because my elemental companion here is starving. I groaned as I felt something heavy around my waist.
Huh?
Heavy?
As far as I know, I didn't let anyone into my room without my permission. And Ley knows that.
How could—?
I stopped when something felt strange. I opened my eyes and found myself stunned.
"Mmm..." someone murmured.
Then it held me even tighter, and that's when I realized who it was.
I cringed.
The one and only Stanlee Grim Robertson.
Yeah, I know he's adorable, like a baby.
I chuckled softly.
I shifted slightly to grab my phone from the table beside me, aiming to take a picture of him.
A grin spread across my face, but just as I sensed him stirring, he suddenly snatched my phone away from me.
"No!"
That phone is personalized and a top-secret. I can't afford to lose it—I'm tired of building another one from scratch.
I don't buy gadgets since I prefer designing and making them myself.
He groaned as he scrolled through the photos, and I couldn't help but chuckle at how cute he looked.
He was about to delete them when I rolled over on top of him and snatched my phone back.
"H-Hey!" he muttered, shooting me a devilish, cold glare.
I laughed again, fully aware of my position—on top of him. That's when I felt something stirring beneath me, and I decided it was time to get off the bed and hide my phone from him.
But before I could move, he grabbed me and pressed me into his bare chest.
Great.
He's only wearing boxers, but I don't really care—I'm used to this sleeping arrangement.
"My photos aren't for free," he said venomously, pushing me down.
Now he's on top of me, and I noticed something bulge even more. I laughed hard at him, and I heard him sigh.
"You crazy wo—"
I didn't let him finish his sentence as I gave him a quick peck on the lips, and I saw him blush.
I burst into laughter again, hearing him growl in frustration as he left me there.
I kept rolling on the bed, laughing at how funny he was.
Then, I heard my elemental companion growling, and I stopped laughing. I got up from the bed but froze when I heard him laugh at me.
He looked adorable. I just stared at him, keeping my smile. Then, he stopped in his tracks and looked at me.
"You're not as cold as they say," he began.
"Uh-huh," I replied.
"Come on, you must be hungry." He gestured toward the door.
"Sure, you cook?" I asked.
"Not really," he admitted, a little awkwardly.
"Shall I judge, then?" I teased, trying to reassure him that it was okay if it wasn't great.
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The Running Heir
Action*** Everything happens for a reason. But for me, it's enough to keep going and pursue my dreams. They may not want me to succeed, but I'm making my own moves to make it happen. It's not easy, but I can endure anything to get what I want. This is the...
