Your brother's best friend, Mark, was hanging out with your brother. He was constantly here but the only time you two interacted was when he was making jokes about you or teasing you. ———————————

You were in the kitchen, trying to get a snack from the cupboard. Unfortunately, your parents had put them just out of reach to stop late night snacking.

As you struggled, you felt muscular arms wrap around your waist. You looked down to see the familiar tattooed arms. It was Mark.

"Need some help?"