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Rolling her eyes skyward, Sonia tried to focus on the data she was entering into her Rotom laptop.
As he sidled up beside her, Raihan smirked. “Hey, babe, have you seen my latest photo shoot, by any chance?”
“No,” Sonia replied flatly. “And I don't plan on ever looking at it either.” Her fingers flew across her keyboard, keeping a fairly good pace with how quickly her mind was racing.
Raihan leaned against her slightly, his tall frame nearly knocking hers over. “You don't?” He shook his head, “Well, that won't do. Nessa’s gotta show it to you sometime. Can't have all those good pictures go to waste.”
Her typing became only more emphatic as she hit each and every key with intention. “I doubt they're that good.”
“Nah, they're good,” Raihan reassured her. “Anything that gets published in Galar’s Finest has to be good.” He shoved his hands into his hoodie pockets, taking a peek at her screen.
Now, Sonia was annoyed, and she made multiple typos in a row, and going back to correct them made her even angrier. “Well, I doubt you even have any fans at all.” She was convinced that nothing could wipe his signature smirk off his face.
Raihan arched his brow as he leaned in a bit closer. “Oh I have fans, sweetheart.” His teeth glinted in a sharp smile. “More fans than you, actually.”
“Is that so?” Tilting her head upward, Sonia kissed him in an angry clashing of lips, teeth, and tongue. She locked her hands behind his head and pulled him closer, breathing him in and knocking her Rotom laptop to the side.
They shifted, breaking their kiss for a moment… Raihan swept all the things she had scattered across her desk to the side. Then, he picked her up and set her atop her desk, spreading her legs and placing himself in the space between.
Sonia flushed as he threaded his fingers through her hair and pressed his body even closer. “Is that so?” She repeated, still awaiting his response.
“Yeah,” Raihan breathed finally, kissing along her jawline, occasionally brushing the softness of her skin with his fang. “But… You know, you have some fans too.”
With a shudder, Sonia looked down at him, sure that her eyes were half-lidded. “Do I?”
“Yeah,” Raihan whispered. “And I would know.” His hands drifted along her waist. “I'm one of them.”