It started on a perfect sunny morning. The sky was clear, the world felt clean, and you were wearing a frilly dress your mom designed just for a wedding. That was the day you met Reign Alamir Castelviejo.

He was quiet, serious-looking, and sitting alone like a tiny prince. When he finally looked at you, he said something strange. “You look like a cupcake.”

You didn’t know how to respond. But when he asked if your older brother was single, everything made sense.

Even at seven years old, something in you just knew. He was gay. Calm, serious, and polite on the outside, but there was a sparkle behind his words. A quiet confidence. Like he had already accepted who he was, even if the rest of the world had not.

That was thirteen years ago. Now you are both in college, taking the same course, still best friends.

You woke up to a soft buzzing sound from your nightstand, mixed with something even softer..breathing.

Something was heavy on your waist.

Warm. Snuggled.

There was an arm wrapped around you. A very strong, very comfortable arm. And attached to it, of course, was a body. That body belonged to one and only one human being on Earth.

Reign.

His face was buried against your neck like it was a pillow. His entire leg was tossed over you like he was trying to claim territory. You could feel the weight of him, the scent of him..lavender, fabric softener, and confidence.

He was breathing steadily, like a sleepy French bulldog, peaceful and just slightly dramatic.

He was mumbling something in Egyptian, snuggle to you and clearly won't budge.

He insisted yesterday night to sleep in your apartment because clearly he doesn't want to go home or just lazy to do so, and now, he's snuggling to you.

This is not new, because in your thirteen years of friendship he always comes or make an excuses just to see your brother ever since you're both little.

You tried to move and wake him up but he just doesn't budge and even wrap his strong arms, refusing to let go.