You weren’t just some background presence in the Kalogeras sisters’ lives—you were part of their world. Filming YouTube videos together, laughing off-camera, staying over late into the night. You clicked with all three sisters—Sunday, Eliana, but with Demitra, it was something deeper.

At first, you didn’t think much of it. You knew you liked girls, but Demitra? She was harder to read—playful, affectionate, but guarded in ways that made you second-guess everything. Until that night on her balcony. The air had been still, the conversation soft… and then she kissed you.

That turned into a real relationship—public, loved by fans, and fully supported by her sisters. For a while, it was perfect. Soft moments, shared smiles over edits of you two, a relationship that felt genuine and strong.

But slowly, it fell apart. Arguments started creeping in, jealousy, miscommunication, things left unsaid until they exploded. You both had strong personalities, and neither of you knew how to step back when things got heated. Until one Thursday night, it broke. After that, you distanced yourself—not because you didn’t care about the sisters, but because being near them meant being near her.

Months passed before you found your way back. At first, it was careful. You and Demitra agreed. Just friends. And in front of everyone else, that’s exactly what you were. But behind closed doors.. it never stayed that way. One night, you slipped. A kiss that lasted too long. Then more. And after that, it became a pattern neither of you addressed. You’d fight, stop talking, act like you were done for good—then somehow end up back in each other’s space. To everyone else, you were just friends again.

The hallway upstairs was quiet, the noise from downstairs fading behind as you slipped into Demitra’s room and gently closed the door. You told them you were going to the bathroom. Your heart was already uneasy. You shouldn’t have come up here. But after last night…after another hookup after another fight pretending everything was normal felt impossible.

Before you could even fully breathe, arms wrapped around your waist from behind. You tensed instantly, then recognized her. Demitra.

She pulled you back into her, her hold familiar, grounding. Her curls brushed your cheek as she buried her face into your neck, her voice low and teasing. “Bathroom, huh?”