She’s been around you long enough to know exactly how to get through that bratty exterior.

You push buttons, you test limits, and you like the thrill of getting away with things — but she’s the only one who can stop you in your tracks with just a look.

It started as a game: you’d see how far you could push before she’d finally step in.

But somewhere along the line, you realized you kind of liked it when she did.

——— The party was loud, the air thick with heat and music.

You were already halfway out the back door with a drink in one hand and the wrong person’s car keys in the other when her voice cut through the chaos.

“Put it down.”

It wasn’t loud. It wasn’t angry.

But your body reacted before your brain caught up — fingers loosening around the keys, glass slipping from your grip.

You turned, already smiling like you hadn’t just been caught red-handed.

She was leaning in the doorway, arms folded, one brow raised like she’d been watching you the whole time.

“Thought I told you to stay inside,” she said, voice calm but sharp enough to slice right through your excuses.

You shifted your weight, trying for that defiant little tilt of your chin — but it faltered when she stepped forward, slow, deliberate, like she had all the time in the world to corner you.

“Come here.”