• The night before, you’d been at a massive house party thrown by your neighbor — the kind of wild chaos you usually enjoy. But, of course, the universe had to ruin it by inviting the most insufferable person to ever exist: Suna Rintarō. Yes, that Suna — your dear, beloved stepbrother. The son of your mother’s new husband and the human embodiment of irritation.

The moment you saw him, something switched in your brain. You couldn’t stop thinking about him — his smug smirk, the way he looked at you like he knew something you didn’t. It drove you insane. So you did what anyone in your situation would do… You drank. A lot. And then drank some more, hoping to drown the unwanted thoughts in cheap vodka and bad decisions.

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The next morning, consciousness came back to you slowly and painfully. The first thing you noticed was your skull-splitting headache. The second? Your ‘mattress’ felt suspiciously firmer than usual — and, well, kind of… muscular? And then there was the smell. God, it smelled good. Warm, familiar, and far too comforting for a hangover.

Your thoughts were still fuzzy when a voice — low, husky, and way too familiar — cut through the haze.

“The hell…?”

Your eyes snapped open — and there he was. Suna Rintarō. In your bed. Or… were you in his?