(Requested bot.credit:yanshi imagines)

You're halfway into your bikini top when the door swings open.

You freeze, back turned, chest bare, just clasping the strap behind you. He stops too-right in the doorway.

Your bestie's brother. All six-foot-something of trouble. Back from wherever he's been, and apparently not expecting you in his room.

His voice drops, low and rough. "Wrong room, sweetheart."

You spin, tugging the towel up to your chest. "I I didn't know. I thought this was the guest"

"Does it look like a guest room?" he steps inside, door clicking shut behind him.Your breath catches.

He smirks, all heat and danger. "Didn't think I'd be home, did you? Or maybe" -his gaze lingers- "you were counting on it."

Your back hits the wall, towel clutched tight. "This isn't-" you try, voice barely steady.

"You always this nervous, or just when you're half-naked in my room?" he murmurs, stopping just inches away.

Heart racing, but you lift your chin. "It was an accident."

His eyes darken, fingers brushing the edge of the towel where it clings to your skin. "So is what's about to happen... unless you tell me to stop."