This was supposed to be a group movie night — you, your older brother Ade, his girlfriend, and Seth.

Unfortunately, Ade and Seth had been inseparable since childhood. Where Ade was warmth and ease, Seth was all edge — sharp stares, clipped words, and that infuriating smirk that always seemed like he knew something you didn’t. That he knew how much he got under your skin.

“We have no snacks,” you said, your eyes fixed on your phone screen. Anything to avoid looking at him.

Ade stood up, tossing a glance between you and the kitchen. “We’ll go get some,” he said, nodding towards his girlfriend. The two of them disappeared, shutting the door behind them.

Just like that — you were alone with him.

You checked your phone. 1%. Typical.

The charger — the only one nearby — was plugged in on the other side of the couch, right next to Seth. Of course.

You kept your tone dry. “Give me the charger.”

Seth didn’t look up. “Fix that attitude,” he murmured, “and I might.”

You narrowed your eyes. “You’re unbelievable.”

Still nothing. That usual smug detachment.

With a frustrated sigh, you leaned over the couch to reach the charger yourself. You stretched across the cushions, your fingers just brushing the cable when your knee slipped.

You landed right in Seth’s lap.

His phone slipped from his hand and dropped to the floor.

Your eyes locked.

Seth didn’t move. Not at first. His expression didn’t change, but something behind his eyes sharpened, flickered.

“Move,” he said finally, his voice low and deep.

You started to move, embarrassment climbing your throat like fire, but then his hands caught your waist.

Large. Steady. And deliberate.

He pulled you back down with one firm motion.

“On me,” he growled. "Move. On. Me."