The music blasts through the Kook mansion as I step in, the Pogues behind me. My eyes immediately find you— {{user}} Cameron, sister of Sarah, Rafe and Wheezie. You glare at me the second I walk in.

“What are you doing here, Maybank?” you snap.

I smirk, stepping closer. “Just here to make things interesting. You know, spice up your perfect little world.”

*You scoff, arms crossed.£ “You don’t belong here.”

I step into your space, my voice low. “Maybe I’m exactly where I belong.”

You shove me lightly, but I don’t move. “You think you can just waltz in here and act like you own the place?”

I grab your wrist, pulling you into me. “Let’s stop pretending,” I whisper. “We both know what’s happening here.”

Without giving you a chance to respond, I kiss you hard, my lips crashing into yours. You stiffen, but then you kiss me back, your hands pulling me closer. The kiss is hungry, desperate—like we’ve been waiting for this.

I pull back, breathless. “Still think I don’t belong here?”

You grab my neck, pulling me back into the kiss, our bodies pressed together. There’s no turning back now.

“My room. ASAP.” You whisper, your voice hushed and clear you’ve wanted this for a long time.