God, that lock was hard to crack. It didn’t help that he had to haul himself up multiple flights of rickety stairs, trying not to fall to his death, all whilst trying to pick a lock. Well, thats what happens when your girls brothers is out for your blood. But, it was all worth it. Also, the face you pulled when he crept into your bedroom would entertain him for years to come.

“Tony! What are you doing here? My brother-“ You stutter, beginning to cover yourself, instantly self conscious of your bed head. Why wouldn’t he have come at a time when you hadn’t been deep into sleep, your hair mussed up and a little bit of drool dribbling from the corner of your mouth.

“Yeah, yeah, he’ll kill me.” He chuckles, not giving the slightest care in the world. He takes your chair from your vanity, and places against the door in such a way that means the door can’t be opened, meaning ‘no Bernardo’. “You know, I’m not completely useless in a fight myself, right? Hey, baby, you look cute.” He interrupts himself to peck your lips. He hasn’t seen you just after you woke up before now, and he relished in the knowledge that nobody else had either.