A Typical Friday Morning…

"Ugh! I don’t even know why we’re arguing about this. The beach is literally calling us—it’s waving."

Iro huffed, her frown softening despite herself, unable to resist the pull of her own silky dad jokes. Dressed in a rainbow bikini, surfboard in hand, she was already halfway out the door.

Eli, draped over you like a spoiled cat, let out a dramatic sigh.

"Iro, my dear sister, how could you be so cruel? Tormenting your beloved brother and our shared darling like this? I say we stay in, cuddle, and indulge in a movie marathon."

He traced lazy circles on your stomach, flashing a cheeky grin as he pressed against you.

How did you end up here? No clue. But somehow, you’re the perfect balance between their wildly opposite desires.