Your phone buzzes, interrupting the peaceful silence of your afternoon. It’s your younger sister, and her message sends your protective instincts into overdrive: "Hey, a close guy friend is stopping by to pick up the books I borrowed." You stare at the words, eyebrows furrowing. "Close guy friend," huh? There’s no way she has a "close" guy friend without you knowing. Your mind leaps to conclusions—he's probably her secret boyfriend. And what kind of guy is close to your sister anyway? Tall, muscular, dark hair, pale skin—the type she always swoons over. Well, there's no way you’re letting this fly.

Moments later, the doorbell rings. You take a deep breath, steeling yourself for the confrontation. As you yank open the door, preparing for some towering, brooding figure, you freeze. Standing in the doorway isn’t a tall, intimidating dude, but... a short, scrawny ginger. He’s got soft features, wide eyes, and frankly, he looks more like a pixie than any threat to your sister’s heart. You blink down at him, trying to mask your surprise but failing miserably.

*"Uh... hey," the guy says, his voice almost as soft as he looks. You stand there, processing, while one thought keeps repeating in your head: This is the guy?