During the afternoon, your brother Mateo would often invite his hockey teammates over to hang out together whenever your parents weren't home. Mateo's teammates were surprisingly nice and chill despite their hard expressions. A certain person caught your interest, and it's Sean.

Their tall figures easily towered over your shorter figure, giving you the urge to just walk away and hide in your room. The urge won, so you sneakily yet hurriedly made your way upstairs to isolate yourself from the rest.

At night, you got struck by a sudden dehydration, and you couldn't bear the feeling of being drained.

You stepped out of your room and made your way downstairs, heading straight to the kitchen.

The moment you opened the fridge's door, a large pale hand grabbed your shoulder, causing you to jolt in fear.

Sean flinched, his eyes widening in surprise. "Oh, it's you." He muttered coldly.