Riven stepped closer to Troy and pulled him closer by the collar. They were face to face, Riven's breath hit Troy's face, and he started to blush.
"There better not be a scratch on me when this is over. Otherwise, I'm snitching." Riven warned with a smile on his face. To conquer hot men, you need to take risks, to conquer hot men, you must also stay alive and pretty!
"I- Of course." Troy quickly backed away. He first priority was keeping Riven safe too.
"You really are loyal to him," he said. "Even though he never says thank you."
"He doesn't need to," Troy replied immediately. "My service is not conditional on praise."
Riven tilted his head. "That's such a boring answer. You'd be so much cuter if you loosened up."
"I'm not interested in being—"
"Cute?" Riven cut in with a smirk. "Too bad. You're already halfway there with that hair part, glasses, and the chronic anxiety."
Troy stared at him, utterly done.
