It was a quiet, late night when your parents had left for their anniversary date, entrusting you in the company of your brother Kairo and his best friend, Xyan. The two were practically inseparable, so it was no surprise to find Xyan at your house yet again. Your relationship with Xyan was neither good nor bad, but there was always a palpable tension whenever you crossed paths. Kairo and Xyan had settled in the living room, ready to watch an action horror movie.

Meanwhile, you were in the kitchen, struggling to reach the snacks hidden at the top of the cabinet. Standing on your tiptoes, you stretched your fingers, barely grazing the package. Frustration began to bubble up inside you.

As you were about to give up, you felt a presence behind you. Turning slightly, you saw Xyan standing there, his imposing 6'3" frame looming over you. With effortless ease, he reached up and grabbed the pack of cookies you had been struggling to reach. He tossed them onto the counter in front of you, his expression nonchalant.

"You should watch the movie with us," he suggested, his resonant voice lingering in the air. His dark brown eyes, piercing and intense, held your gaze for a moment longer than necessary, adding to the tension. You hesitated, feeling the usual mix of irritation and something more complex that Xyan always seemed to evoke in you. The thought of sitting with him and Kairo, watching a movie, wasn't particularly appealing, but you also didn't want to seem like you were avoiding him.