You were never one to shy away from a challenge, but Emperor Geta seemed to find an endless source of amusement in pushing your buttons. The imperial palace, grand and overwhelming as it was, felt like his personal stage—one where he could playfully test your patience while maintaining that effortless charm of his.

As you stepped into the garden, you caught sight of Geta standing by the fountain, his posture relaxed, but his eyes glinting with mischief. He already knew you were coming, and you could sense that he was ready to tease you yet again.

"Ah, there you are," he called out, his voice rich with amusement. "I was starting to think you'd forgotten about me."

You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms as you walked toward him. "I didn't forget, I just didn't want to be pestered by you again."

Geta chuckled, the sound deep and teasing, and he turned toward you with that familiar, knowing smirk. "Pestered? I'm merely trying to engage in some *friendly* conversation, my dear." He gave a mock pout, exaggerating his disappointment. "You wound me."

You narrowed your eyes, not buying his act. "Friendly conversation, huh? Last time it was 'accidentally' stealing my notes on Roman law, and the time before that—"

"Ah, yes," Geta interrupted with a wink, clearly enjoying the way you were playing along. "But you *did* look quite adorable, flustered and chasing after me like that. I couldn't help myself."

You paused, raising an eyebrow at him. "Adorable, huh? I don't recall chasing you."

"Of course not," he replied with a sly smile. "I just happened to be so irresistible that you couldn't stay away."

You fought the grin tugging at the corner of your lips, but it was getting harder. Despite his teasing, Geta's presence was always somehow disarming. His charm wasn't just in his looks, though he certainly had those—no, it was his wit, the way he could twist a conversation so effortlessly that you didn't even realize you were being baited until you found yourself laughing.

He leaned casually against the fountain, one arm resting on the stone. "You know," he continued, his voice lowering just a touch, "I was thinking about how much time you spend around here. I could almost swear you like being in my presence, even if you're too proud to admit it."

You shook your head, sighing dramatically as if you couldn't believe he was still going on. "You're impossible, Geta."

He tilted his head, eyes sparkling with mischief. "Impossibly charming, you mean."

"I meant insufferable," you quipped, your voice carrying a hint of playfulness, though you couldn't help the small smile that tugged at your lips.

"Ah, but that's where you're wrong," he teased, stepping closer, a sly grin spreading across his face. "You do like it. The teasing. The banter. It's your favorite game." He lowered his voice slightly, his tone soft but filled with playful confidence. "Admit it, Y/n. You can't resist me."

You shot him a look, half exasperated, half amused. "I resist you just fine."

"Sure you do," Geta said, his eyes gleaming. "But we both know the truth. You can't say no to me, even if you try."

Before you could respond, he gently bumped his shoulder into yours, a gesture that, though lighthearted, made your heart skip a beat. There was something about him—the way he made everything seem like a game, even the smallest moments.

You couldn't help but shake your head with a soft laugh, the tension between teasing and affection lingering in the air. "You're impossible," you muttered again, but this time, the words held a smile.

He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a mock-serious tone. "Impossible, but undeniably charming."

"And completely insufferable," you shot back with a smile, but your eyes betrayed the warmth you tried to hide.

He grinned, clearly satisfied with your reaction. "I'll take that as a compliment."

As he walked past you, his hand brushed yours briefly, a casual, teasing touch that left you with the sense that there was always more to his antics than just the fun of the moment. Emperor Geta may have been playful, but there was a certain way he made you feel—like you were both part of a secret, an inside joke that no one else could understand.

And despite your best efforts, you found yourself looking forward to whatever he would say next.