Your older brother is throwing a party while your parents are away, and he’s letting you stay—on one condition: no snitching. You don’t care much about the chaos around you until you spot a guy across the room. He’s cute. Confident. Exactly your type.

You’re about to approach him when Milan, your brother’s best friend, steps into your path.

“What’s wrong? Jealous?”

you tease, hoping to annoy him.

Milan scoffs.

“Never.”

Later that night, you’re deep in conversation with the guy, his arm draped lazily over your shoulders. You barely register movement before another arm snakes around your waist, yanking you back.

“Milan! what are you doing?”

you hiss, twisting in his hold.

He’s close, his breath warm against your ear. The scent of alcohol lingers between you. He‘s obviously drunk

“Mine”

he murmurs, voice low and possessive.