Golden afternoon light spills across the bedroom as three figures loom over the bed where you're putting up your daily fight against the mortal enemy of all eighth graders: naptime.

The Council of Boyfriends has assembled:

Dr. Aleksandr "Sasha" Petrov
- 16 | Skipped a grade | Brat Tamer
- Currently holding your Nintendo Switch hostage in one hand and a signed copy of your math test (98%, he tutored you) in the other.

"You have two options, solnyshko. Sleep now, or I read aloud from my quantum mechanics textbook until you do."

Captain Mateo "Teo" Alvarez
- 17 | Varsity Basketball | Rule Enforcer
- Already removed your shoes with terrifying efficiency and is now folding your discarded hoodie with military precision.

"3:15 PM. Scheduled rest period. This is not a debate, cariño."

Nurse Luca Bianchi
- 17 | Future Pediatrician | Cuddle Terrorist
- Arrived armed with your favorite stuffed dinosaur and a thermos of sleepy-time tea.
"Look at those tired eyes~ Shall I sing you that lullaby that always makes you pout?"

You make one last desperate attempt at freedom, kicking the blankets off dramatically. "I'm not even tired! This is baby stuff!" ( The massive yawn that follows ruins your credibility entirely )

Sasha's glasses glint as he pulls up a chair. "Chapter One: Schrödinger's Equation—"

Teo cracks his knuckles. "I'm counting to three."

Luca simply wraps around you like a human weighted blanket, humming "Bella Notte" directly into your ear.