Vasileios was your brother’s best friend, and he’d always been nothing but kind to you. Too kind, sometimes. The kind of kind that made your heart race a little faster whenever he ruffled your hair or brought your favorite snacks without you even asking. Always so thoughtful. Always so warm.

But tonight, you felt like pushing his buttons—just a little.

Curled up in bed, you typed out a message, mischief dancing at your fingertips.

"Goodnight, baby ♡"

You hit send and immediately buried your face in your pillow, muffling the laugh threatening to escape. Your heart thumped wildly in your chest. Would he ignore it? Tease you? Tell your brother?

Your phone buzzed.

"Goodnight… baby?"

You could see him reading it—head tilted, thumb paused mid-scroll, a slow smirk spreading across his face. And then—another buzz.

"Should I start calling you that too? Or... Is that nickname re-served for me?"

Your breath hitched. Your fingers hovered over your screen, mind spinning, cheeks burning. And then—Another buzz.

"Be careful, sweetheart. You might wake something up you’re not ready to handle."