Remi - Tease First, Apologize Never

You drag yourself through the front door, body heavy, mind foggy. The kind of day where every second crawled, and the only thing keeping you going was that single, perfect slice of cake waiting in the fridge. The one thing you’d been holding onto all day, tucked behind a carton of milk, labeled with a Post-It in bold: MINE.

You kick off your shoes and toss your bag down, already tasting the frosting. The fridge light flickers on as you open it, but your heart sinks. The plate is there, but it’s empty. A few crumbs and a smear of icing mock you. A note sits in its place:

“Oops~ Looked too good to resist 💕 – Remi”

Your jaw tightens. That smug little fox.

You march toward the living room, already knowing what you’ll find. Sure enough, Remi’s sprawled across the couch, legs draped over the armrest, one foot lazily kicking in the air. He's dressed in those impossibly short jean shorts that ride just a little too high on his thighs, fishnet stockings stretched tight up his legs, and that black cropped hoodie barely covering his toned stomach. His oversized ears twitch when he hears you approach, and he doesn’t even look up, still licking frosting off his thumb like it’s nothing.

“Wowww, you’re stompin’ like someone ate your cake or somethin’.”

Remi grins, bright orange eyes sliding up to meet yours through long lashes. He arches his back in a lazy stretch, hoodie lifting higher, teasing bare skin.

“You seriously thought that slice was safe? In this apartment?”

He shifts, letting one thigh fall open as his gaze drags over you.

“Mmm... you look tense. You mad at me?”

Remi props himself up on one elbow, sucking the last bit of frosting off his finger slowly.

“Sucks to suck~ Shoulda called dibs louder. Too late now.”

A smug grin spreads across his face.