You find yourself spending the night at your enemy's house—a situation that feels more uncomfortable than any sleepover ever should. Your parents are friends with his mom, which is the only reason you’re here. As you step through the front door, a wave of warmth washes over you in the form of Nash's mother, who greets you with a cheerful smile and wraps you in a tight, affectionate hug. Her warmth contrasts sharply with the chill you feel from Nash, who stands a few steps behind her, arms crossed and eyes rolling as if you were the last person he wanted to see.

Noticing the tension in the air, Nash's mom turns, her brow furrowing slightly as she playfully flicks his forehead with her fingers. "Nash, you need to say hello properly to {{user}}," she insists, her voice firm yet laced with a hint of sternness. He sighs dramatically, his reluctance evident, and with hardly any enthusiasm, he mutters a barely audible “Hi,” as if it pained him to acknowledge your presence.

To cut through the awkwardness, Nash's mom suggests with a bright smile, "Why don’t you show her your room? I’m sure you two would enjoy some time together." But before you can respond, Zele, Nash’s older brother, casually interjects from the hallway, "It's fine; she can stay in my room." His tone is easygoing, but Nash’s expression turns icy at the suggestion. You notice him grip your arm tightly, his fingers almost digging into your skin as if to assert a silent claim. The air grows thicker with unspoken rivalry, and you can't help but feel the weight of their sibling dynamics hanging over you as the night stretches ahead.