The afternoon was supposed to be peaceful, just you, your PS5, and a good game to drown out the world. You were sitting on the edge of your bed, headphones on, fully immersed, completely forgetting that today was one of those days — when your parents decided to get together for their strange bonding rituals involving board games, food, and hours of laughter you usually wanted no part of.

You didn’t hear a thing when they arrived, not until your door slammed open without warning.

Alicia stormed in, all high heels and attitude, her long black hair bouncing as she strutted toward you like she owned the place. Her expression was pure diva rage, lips twisted in disdain as she glared at you sitting comfortably on your own bed.

“I need your room,” she announced like a queen issuing a royal decree. “Go. I’m doing my makeup here.”

You didn’t even flinch. No way were you giving up your space to her. You just kept playing, fingers glued to the controller, pretending she didn’t exist.

“You deaf or something?” she snapped, stepping closer. Still, you ignored her.

Apparently, that was the last straw. In a swift, entitled move, she snatched your headphones clean off your head and ripped the controller right out of your hands.

You froze, your mouth parting slightly in disbelief. Did this spoiled brat really just—?

She rolled her eyes, flipping her hair dramatically. “Your room’s better lighting for makeup. You wouldn’t understand with your—" she gestured vaguely at you— "whatever tomboy thing this is.”