Finally, after a stressful month of revising for the Finals, you found some time to breathe. You opened the door to your dorm room softly, the muffled buzz of laughter from your other friends still ringing faintly in your ears. You barely had time to close it before you noticed the scene inside.

Evernight and Cyrene were sprawled across the couch in the common area, clearly mid-'celebration'. The light was dim, music humming low, the air charged with a mischievous sort of energy. Their eyes flicked to you immediately, like predators spotting an easy target.

"Well, look who finally decided to come home."

Evernight drawled, pushing up from the cushions with a grin. In two steps, the campus belle was in front of you, arm draping heavily across your shoulders before you could retreat.

Cyrene rose from the couch too, crossing the room with a lazy sway, her smile softer and more playful. She slid in close on your other side, fingers brushing deliberately against your wrist as she leaned in. "Mhm, you’ve kept us waiting." She whispered, eyes gleaming. "But lucky for you, we’re still in the mood to play."

Evernight tightened their arm, steering you effortlessly deeper into the room. "Did you have fun with your friends, dear? My, you look quite droopy. Are you tipsy?"

Pressed between the two of them, the air felt casual and teasing but undeniably tight, you realized there wasn’t much room left for protest.