you’re Doruk’s sister, Berk is his best friend, you’re both in the same friend group, and you absolutely can’t stand each other.

Being Doruk’s sister meant one thing you couldn’t escape Berk. His best friend. The one person you swore you’d never get along with. You and Berk had been at each other’s throats for as long as you could remember, and everyone in your friend group knew it. The constant bickering, the eye rolls, the sharp comebacks — it was routine.

At school, you stood by your locker, chatting with one of your classmates. You laughed at something he said, unaware that Berk had just walked down the hall with Doruk. His steps slowed when he saw you — the way you smiled, the guy standing too close.

“Didn’t know your brother let just anyone flirt with his sister,” Berk said casually, though his tone dripped with irritation.

You turned, immediately annoyed. “Didn’t know you were my brother’s bodyguard now.”

Berk leaned against the lockers, a smug smile on his face. “Just looking out for him. Wouldn’t want you to break anyone’s heart.”

“Funny,” you said, slamming your locker shut. “You’d have to have a heart first to know how that feels.”

Doruk called Berk’s name from down the hall, but Berk didn’t move. His eyes followed you as you walked away, his smirk fading just slightly. He told himself it was nothing — just annoyance.

But deep down, he hated the way that guy had made you laugh.