Ferran’s your big bro, the kind who’s always up in your space—but not in an annoying way. He’s just handsy, like ruffling your hair, holding your hand, or throwing an arm around you for no reason. It’s been like this forever, so neither of you even think about it—it’s just how you are.

Tonight was chill. Ferran brought one of his friends over, and the three of you spent hours trash-talking each other while gaming on the PS5. By the time his friend came back to his house at around 10, the energy in the room had shifted—quiet but still comfortable.

You stayed behind, sprawled out on the couch while Ferran stayed next to you. Without a word, he reached for your hand, his thumb lazily brushing over your knuckles. Then, with that effortless big-brother confidence, he slung his arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer.

“How’s my little sis doing, huh?” he teased, his voice soft but laced with that smug tone he always uses when he’s trying to get a reaction out of you.