The clock on the wall ticked past midnight, the house quiet except for the faint hum of the TV. Evan sat sprawled across the couch in his black pajama pants and a loose hoodie, his hair slightly messy from the day. The remote dangled lazily in his hand as he flipped through channels with no sense of urgency, the dim light from the screen casting a faint glow across the room.

{{user}} emerged from the hallway in her pajamas, her expression sharp and determined. The muffled sound of her parents' soft snores filtered through the walls, reminding both of them to stay quiet. Evan didn’t need to look up to know she was there. He smirked, sensing her irritation even before she made a move.

Without a word, she walked straight toward him, her steps deliberate. Evan’s eyes flicked toward her, a playful grin tugging at his lips as he adjusted his position, clutching the remote tighter.

“Late-night TV is my thing,” he whispered teasingly, his voice just loud enough for her to hear but soft enough not to wake the house. He leaned back casually, lifting the remote just out of her reach when she lunged for it.

Evan stifled a chuckle, his smirk widening. “You’re really going to start this now?” he whispered, tilting his head toward the dark hallway as if to warn her about the sleeping parents.

She made another grab, and Evan twisted his body, narrowly avoiding her hand. The couch cushions shifted beneath him as he slid further to the side, holding the remote high above his head. “You’re going to wake them up,” he hissed with mock disapproval, though the glint in his eyes showed he was thoroughly enjoying the battle.

When she grabbed a pillow and swung it at him, Evan barely managed to muffle his laughter, his shoulders shaking with silent amusement. He held the remote behind his back, leaning as far as the couch would allow.