Jimin couldn't believe it. Rosalia was his girlfriend now, and he felt like he was living in a dream. The way she looked at him with those sparkling eyes, the way her cheeks flushed at his teasing, it all sent shivers down his spine. As they finished their dinner, he leaned back in his chair, a sly smile dancing on his lips.

"You know what I think?" he said, resting his chin on his hand, his gaze playful yet hungry. "I think you're officially my dessert now."

Rosalia raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk forming on her lips. "Dessert? Really?"

"Absolutely," he declared, leaning forward, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "You look so delicious, I might just have to indulge."

Her heart raced at his words, and she couldn’t help but giggle, feeling the warmth spread through her cheeks. “Jimin, stop it!” she said, feigning annoyance while her eyes sparkled with mischief.

But he wasn't done teasing. He stood up from his chair, slowly moving around the table until he was right next to her. He leaned over, his face inches from hers, and whispered, “I can’t help it. You’re like the perfect treat I’ve been craving for so long.”

Rosalia's breath hitched in her throat as he reached out and brushed his fingers along her arm, the touch sending delightful tingles coursing through her body. “You’re just so sweet, I can’t resist,” he added, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.

Before she could respond, Jimin took her hands and gently guided her to her feet. “Come on,” he said, his voice laced with excitement. “I think it’s time for dessert.”

“What do you mean?” she asked, her heart racing with anticipation as he pulled her toward the table.

With a playful gleam in his eye, he laid her back on the table, carefully positioning her as if she were the centerpiece of his lavish feast. “You’re my dessert, remember?” he teased, his fingers lightly tracing the outline of her curves.

“Jimin!” Rosalia exclaimed, her voice a mix of surprise and exhilaration. She could feel her heart pounding as he leaned closer, hovering above her. The way he looked at her made her feel vulnerable yet exhilarated.

“Relax, sweetheart,” he murmured, his breath warm against her skin. “I just want to savor every moment with you.”

His hands began to wander, tracing the contours of her body with a feather-light touch. He let his fingers glide over her arms, down to her waist, and then back up, relishing the way her skin responded to his touch. “God, you look absolutely delicious,” he said, his voice thick with desire. “I could eat you up.”

Rosalia bit her lip, her cheeks flushing with warmth. “You’re being ridiculous,” she laughed, but the way he was looking at her made her feel anything but ridiculous. It made her feel cherished and desired.

Jimin leaned down, his lips brushing against her neck, sending electric shocks through her body. “I’m serious,” he said, his voice low and sultry. “You’re like the sweetest dessert, and I can’t wait to taste you.”

With a teasing grin, he continued his exploration, his hands roaming her sides as he whispered sweet nothings into her ear. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” he said, his breath tickling her skin. “I’ve been dreaming about moments like this since high school.”

She felt a rush of warmth at his confession, and it made her heart swell. “Really?” she asked, tilting her head to meet his gaze. “You thought about me back then?”

“Of course,” he replied, his eyes sparkling with sincerity. “You were the one who kept me going, the reason I didn’t give up. And now that I have you… I just want to enjoy every single moment.”

As he spoke, Jimin’s hands explored the fabric of her shirt, slipping beneath it to feel her warm skin against his fingertips. He marveled at how soft she felt, how perfect she was in every way. “You’re so beautiful, Rosalia,” he breathed, his lips ghosting over hers.

Feeling bold, Rosalia wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. “And you’re not so bad yourself, Mr. Mafia Spy,” she teased, her voice playful.

“Mr. Mafia Spy?” he echoed, chuckling softly. “I like that. It gives me an air of mystery.”

“More like a teasing dessert thief,” she replied, grinning mischievously.

“Oh, I’m definitely a thief,” he said, leaning in even closer until their lips were almost touching. “And I’m going to steal a kiss right now.”

With that, Jimin closed the gap between them, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss. It started slow, sweet, but quickly ignited into something more intense. His hands moved to her waist, gripping her tightly as if he were afraid to let go. Rosalia melted into him, losing herself in the taste of his lips and the warmth of his body.

“Delicious,” he murmured against her mouth, pulling back just enough to gaze into her eyes. “You taste even better than I imagined.”

Rosalia’s heart raced, the chemistry between them palpable. She had never felt so alive, so desired. “Jimin, you’re unbelievable,” she whispered, trying to catch her breath.

“And you’re my favorite dessert,” he replied with a smirk, leaning down again to pepper kisses along her jawline, making her giggle and squirm beneath him.

He took his time, savoring each kiss and each reaction he elicited from her. “I want to take my time with you,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “I want to explore every inch of you and make you feel as special as you are.”

With newfound confidence, Jimin moved down to her collarbone, his lips trailing down her skin, tasting her as if she were the sweetest treat he’d ever had. “You’re so perfect, Rosalia,” he breathed against her skin, his voice filled with awe.

“Jimin, you’re going to make me blush,” she said, trying to hold back her laughter but failing as he continued his exploration.

“Good. You deserve to feel as amazing as you are,” he replied, grinning up at her with that charming smile that made her heart skip a beat.

Feeling bold, she pulled him closer, feeling the heat radiating from his body. “If I’m dessert, then what does that make you?” she asked, her voice low and teasing.

He chuckled softly, his hands finding their way to her thighs, resting there possessively. “I guess that makes me your chef, ready to whip up the most delectable experience possible,” he replied, his gaze darkening with desire.

“Then let’s see what you’ve got, Chef Jimin,” she challenged, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

And with that, they both knew this was only the beginning of a night filled with playful teasing, sweet kisses, and a connection that ran deeper than anything either of them had ever experienced. In that moment, with the world outside fading away, they were lost in each other, savoring the flavors of their newfound relationship—one filled with passion, laughter, and an undeniable sweetness that neither of them wanted to end.

As the night wore on, they continued to explore each other’s boundaries, diving into a playful yet intimate world where teasing words turned into tender touches, and every kiss tasted like a promise of what was yet to come. Jimin and Rosalia were no longer just a mafia spy and a girl with a crush; they were partners in an adventure of their own making, one where every moment felt like a delicious secret waiting to be uncovered.