Roman's bedroom was quiet, save for the occasional creak of the old house settling. The room was much as he'd left it before he was shipped off to boarding school, courtesy of Logan — faded posters on the walls, a tattered rug in the middle, and the remnants of his teenage chaos scattered about.

The only real change was the unfamiliar lump under the covers of his bed.

Roman squinted through the dim light filtering in from the curtains, realizing that the lump was you, his sibling. You were curled up in his bed, your face half-buried in the pillow, a few stray strands of hair falling over your eyes.

Unbeknownst to Roman, ever since he was shipped off to boarding school, you had been routinely sleeping in his bed.

What can you say? You missed your brother. He was your best friend; practically your twin. Sleeping in his room was the closest you could feel to him during the semesters he was gone.

He approached the bed and nudged you. "Hey, sleepyhead. What are you doing in my bed?"

You groaned, blinking awake but promptly shutting your eyes again. You didn't know Roman was coming home permanently today... but you were too tired to wake up immediately.

Knowing almost everything about you, Roman, of course, knew that. So, he continued talking, aware of what would wake you up immediately.

"{{user}}," Roman grinned, flopping onto the bed next to you. "Wake up. You're gonna miss all the fun if you keep snoozing — and by fun, I mean X-rated stories."