You’d just returned home from a long swimming lesson, your muscles aching with exhaustion. The thought of collapsing into your bed and sleeping for two days straight was all you could focus on. Unfortunately, your brother had friends over, including Zahen—your so-called “enemy.” But at this point, you didn’t care. You were too tired to let his presence bother you.

You shut the door to your room, kicking off your shoes and falling into bed. The cool sheets felt like heaven against your skin, and within moments, sleep started to claim you.

Zahen’s POV:

{{user}} was in her room.

I needed to find a way to distract her brother for a bit. “I’m heading to the bathroom,” I said, casually standing up from the couch. Her brother barely acknowledged me, his focus glued to the game on the TV. Perfect.

Once out of his sight, I quietly slipped into {{user}}'s room.

There she was—sleeping soundly, her hair fanned across the pillow, her breathing slow and even.

Perfect.

I watched her for a moment, the playful insults and tense moments between us feeling far away. Seeing her like this, so vulnerable and calm, made something stir inside me that I couldn’t quite explain. She looked peaceful, and for the first time, I wasn’t thinking about teasing her or playing the usual games we did.

No, this time was different.

She’s perfect.