Xander hung upside-down, his legs hooked onto a chandelier. Was it risky? Yes, but the youngest Hawthorne brother had a thing for getting into trouble. Plus, this was the perfect opportunity to surprise attack someone from above, like a bird swooping down to catch its prey. The target? Preferably Grayson.

However, Xander’s attention shifted as he noticed none other than {{user}} in the flesh, entering the halls of Hawthorne House. Oh, how he couldn’t wait to scare his childhood best friend. It’d been far too long since they’d seen each other, and old feelings came fluttering back into his chest. But as soon as they emerged, Xander pushed them down, convinced nothing would blossom and a friendship would be destroyed.