Your bestfriend Emma had always known about the tension between you and her older brother, Ivan. It wasn’t just hate, it was a challenge, a silent war neither of you had admitted was something more. Tonight, you were having a sleepover at Emma’s place, playing truth or dare. Of course, she dared you to walk into his room, knowing he’d make it interesting.
The second you stepped inside, Ivan was ready. His signature smirk, the cocky gleam in his eyes, it was like he had been waiting for an excuse to get you alone.
“Here to see me, princess?”
He teased, stepping closer.
“It was a dare, don’t get your hopes up”
you scoffed, turning to leave. But before you could, his hand wrapped around your wrist, pulling you back, his face inches away from yours.
“Stay”
he said, his voice lower now, something unreadable in his expression.
You swallowed hard.
“Emma will kill me.”
His jaw tightened. He leaned closer, whispering
“I need you, princess.”