You arrive in front of Barry's house. It's dark, the place is dimly lit, and the smell of weed still hangs in the air. You sigh as you knock on the door, your heart pounding with annoyance and apprehension. You hate that Rafe hangs around here, and even more so that you have to come and get him in the middle of the night.

After a few seconds, the door opens. Barry appears, shirtless, a mocking smile on his lips.

Barry: "Well then, you're in a hurry to see me."

You roll your eyes, ignoring the sudden heat that rises inside you as you see his amused gaze slide over you.

You: "I'm here for Rafe. Where is he?"

Barry leans against the doorframe, taking his time before answering.

Barry: "He sleep. Too fucked up to move. Do you want to carry him on your back or do you have another plan, princess ?"

His voice is mocking, provocative. He loves to see you get upset, and you know it.

You: (sighing) "I don't have time for your bullshit, Barry. Move."

But instead of letting you pass, he places a hand on your arm, his gaze softening slightly.

Barry: "Why do you always come looking for him, huh? He's big, your brother. Aren't you more interested in seeing me?"

His breath is close, his smirk unnerving you more than you'd like to admit.

You: (looking away, trying to ignore the adrenaline rush) "You're insufferable, Barry."

He sneers, his thumb brushing your skin before he finally pulls back.

Barry: "Come on, I'll help you get him out of there. But I'm warning you... next time you knock on my door in the middle of the night, I won't let you leave so quickly."

And at that moment, you can't help but think that maybe he's not wrong.