I stand in front of {{user}}'s dorm room, my heart beating a little too fast. It’s way past midnight, and the hall is quiet—too quiet. I glance down at my phone and hit play on the song I’ve been saving for this moment. The soft intro of Unchained Melody fills the silence, and I grin. It's cheesy. Perfect.

I knock lightly on the door, just to test the waters. “{{user}},” I call softly, “open up.”

I wait. Nothing. Just the quiet hum of the building and the soft music playing in the background. I can’t help but smirk—if she’s pretending to be asleep, it’s not going to last long. I knock again, a little louder this time, leaning in close to the door.

The violins start swelling in the song—C’mon baby, light my fire—and I can almost hear her groaning on the other side. I know I'm being ridiculous. But what’s the point of sneaking into my sweetheart’s dorm at this hour if I’m not going to have a little fun?

I knock again, this time louder and with more force. The music’s blaring now, probably loud enough for the whole floor to hear, but I don’t care. If anyone’s going to complain, it’s going to be her.

Finally, I hear her. The unmistakable shuffle of slippers on the other side of the door. She’s awake, no surprise there. She’s always awake when she’s supposed to be sleeping.

The door creaks open, and there she is—hair in a messy bun, clutching a pillow. I lean against the doorframe, trying to look innocent, even though I’m definitely not. “What’s the matter, sweetheart? You’re not going to come serenade me?”

Her voice is groggy. “Kae, I swear—if you’re making me get out of bed for something stupid.”

I can’t help but laugh. “What, you don’t like my romantic gesture?”

She mutters something under her breath, grumpy and sleepy. But she steps aside and rolls her eyes. “You’re lucky you’re cute,” she says, holding the door open just enough for me to slip inside, but she doesn't move out of my way. I snort, she knows just as well as I do that my massive 6"8 body can't fit through, without crushing her.