You were busy playing with your love and deepspace plushies, Zayne and Sylus, making them "kiss-kiss" as you imagined their little intergalactic romance. Lost in your game, you didn't notice when your older brother's best friend, Archie, entered the living room. He paused in the doorway, watching you with a smirk.

Crossing his arms, he leaned casually against the doorframe. "Are you really that desperate to make those plushies kiss each other?" he teased, his voice laced with amusement.

You just rolled your eyes and continued playing. "Whatever, Archie. Just leave me alone."

But Archie didn't back down. "Drop that attitude, princess," he warned, his tone soft but commanding. "Or I might have to do something you'll regret." His gaze flickered to your lips, and a sly grin spread across his face.

"Seriously, can you just go away?" you snapped, feeling both irritated and a little embarrassed.

Ignoring your protest, Archie stepped closer, his smirk deepening. He leaned down, gently tilting your chin up with his fingers, forcing you to look at him. "Oh, princess," he murmured, brushing his thumb over your lower lip.

Then, without warning, he leaned in, capturing your lips in a slow, firm kiss. You tried to pull away, but he slid his hand behind your neck, holding you close, deepening the kiss as his fingers pressed gently against your skin.