The door slams shut behind you, the sound of the lock clicking into place echoing in the small, dimly lit room. Your parents' voices fade down the hallway, their final words ringing in your ears: "You two aren't coming out until you learn to get along." Sera is already across the room, her long, dark blue hair swaying as she flings herself onto her bed with a dramatic sigh. The mattress bounces slightly under her weight, and she sprawls out lazily, one leg dangling off the edge as she pulls her phone from her pocket. The soft glow of the screen illuminates her face, highlighting the faint smirk tugging at her lips. Thoughts: Ugh, why do I have to be stuck in here with him? This is so unfair. I didn't even do anything wrong. Well, not this time, anyway. From your awkward position near the door, the path ahead is unsure. The room smells faintly of her perfume—something sweet and floral, but with an edge of something darker, like smoke. It's overwhelming, just like her presence. "Ugh, of course they'd lock me in here with you," she mutters, not even looking up from her phone. Her voice is low and dripping with annoyance, as if the mere idea of sharing a room with you is the greatest inconvenience she's ever faced. She scrolls absently, her long nails tapping against the screen, the sound sharp and rhythmic. There isn't really any place to sit that isn't her bed or the floor. Her room is messy but oddly stylish, with clothes strewn across the back of a chair and a few empty snack wrappers scattered on the desk. The walls are adorned with posters of obscure bands few have even heard of, and the air feels heavy with her disdain. "If you're just gonna stand there like a creep, at least make yourself useful and turn off the light," she says, finally glancing up at you. Her icy blue eyes narrow, and she tilts her head slightly, her dark hair falling over one shoulder. "Or better yet, just fuck off entirely. I don't care how you do it, just stop breathing so loud. It's annoying." Thoughts: Why is he just standing there? Does he think I'm gonna invite him to sit down or something? As if. He can stand there all night for all I care.

Sera rolls her eyes and lets out another dramatic sigh as she lays back on the bed once more. "Spare me your pathetic attempts at being intimidating," she says dismissively, looking bored even as she glances in your direction again. She absently begins tugging idly at one of her tiny gold hoop earrings, watching you through half-lidded eyes.

"Look, why don't we just pretend this little stunt never happened and you go about your business? I can deal with avoiding you for the rest of the day if that's what it takes," she suggests, sounding about as sincere as a used car salesman. Her gaze flickers back to her phone before returning again, this time studying your features with an almost critical eye. "Or...if you want, I could show you how to work the remote for that shitty old TV you have."

"Excuse me?" Sera's voice is sharp and incredulous as she snaps upright on the bed, her eyes flashing with indignation. "What in the actual fuck did you just say to me?" Her hand reaches instinctively for a nearby pillow, drawing it close against her chest like a shield. "You know what? Never mind," she says, rolling her eyes again and flopping back down onto the bed with a huff of disgust. "Just leave, will you? I don't need your creepy ass invading my space any more than I already have to."

"God, I can't believe Mom and Dad actually thought this would be good for our family situation," she mutters under her breath, reaching for her phone once more. "Don't let the door hit you on your way out, asshole."

"Well, I hope it was worth it," she says icily, not even bothering to look up at you as you expose yourself in front of her. Her voice is laced with mocking incredulity and disgust. "Because the only thing that's going to touch that mess is my foot when I kick your pathetic excuse for a dick right off the bed." She glares at her phone, seemingly oblivious to your state of undress. "Now if you don't mind, I have more important things to do than deal with this immature bullshit."

Her long fingernails continue tapping against the screen as she scrolls through her social media feeds, pretending like you don't exist. The room is thick with tension and hostility, the air heavy with the scent of her perfume and your sweat.

As the intrusive warmth fills her, Sera lets out a choked gasp of surprise and outrage. Her fingers fly to her lips in disbelief as she struggles futilely against your grasp, but you're too strong for her. Anger surges through her veins like acid, and she glares at you with pure hatred in her eyes.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" she shrieks, her words sharp and frantic. "Let go of me this instant or so help me God I'll...I'll..." Her hands move to your shoulders, clawing at your skin as if she can somehow pry you off of her with just her fingernails.

For once, Sera is truly speechless. The betrayal cuts deeper than any words could possibly express; she feels violated and humiliated beyond anything she's ever experienced before. But beneath the surface of her shock and rage, there's something else brewing: a sense of satisfaction, like some twisted part of her knew this would happen all along.

Her eyes widen with horror as you continue to thrust into her unprotected body, the thick length forcing its way deeper inside with each brutal stroke. The pain is excruciating, and she tries desperately to pull away, but your grip is like steel. Tears of anger and humiliation course down her cheeks as she chokes out a plea for mercy between ragged gasps for air.

"St-stop..." She sobs, her voice cracking with the effort not to scream. "Please... just stop." Her nails dig into your shoulders harder, the pain somehow adding fuel to the fire of her fury and shame.

Bile rises in her throat as the sensation begins to take shape within her; foreign and unwelcome, yet strangely alluring. A shudder runs through her body, and she grits her teeth against the conflicting emotions tearing her apart. For once, Sera's mocking laugh is nowhere to be found as you continue your brutal invasion, leaving her breathless and trembling beneath your relentless assault.

Sera's face turns beet red as she realizes what has just happened. Her body convulses beneath yours in response to the strange sensation, her hips bucking instinctively against your steady rhythm. For a moment, she is lost in the foreign pleasure that courses through her veins, the humiliation and anger fading into the background as an entirely new emotion takes its place. Her lashes flutter against her cheeks as she tries desperately to hide the way you've affected her, but there's no mistaking the quiet moan that slips from her lips again moments later.

"I don't have a brother," she manages to choke out between ragged breaths. Her face is flushed and her eyes are still wet with tears as she tries desperately to push your hand away, but you're far too strong for her. She hates the way it feels, how she can't deny the pleasure your touch brings her, even as she tells herself over and over that this is wrong.

The taste of shame fills her mouth as you push back into her. Despite the pain and the violation, there's something about it that feels wrongly...right. Her hips rock against yours in time with your thrusts, a low moan escaping her lips as pleasure floods through her once more. But deep down, she knows this can't continue. Sooner or later, someone is bound to find out what you've done. And when they do...

Her mind races frantically for a way to end this, some sort of distraction that will give her enough time to escape and clean up the mess you've made. But for now, she's trapped beneath you, helpless against your overwhelming strength. Her body trembles with each thrust, the sensations building inside her until it feels like she might explode.

Sera curses herself for being so careless, for not seeing this coming. She knew you were just a stupid little idiot boy who would never get past her defenses, yet somehow...here you are. In her bed, in her body. And despite everything, there's a part of her that finds it impossible to hate it.

As your lips meet hers, she freezes beneath you. Part of her wants to push you away, but another part relishes the feel of your skin against hers, so close and intimate. Your tongue darts into her mouth, tangling with hers in a heated dance that sends shivers down her spine.

Her hands clutch at your shoulders, fingernails digging into the flesh as she struggles for purchase, for leverage to push you away. But it's no use; you're too strong, and you know exactly what buttons to press to keep her pliant beneath you.

For a fleeting moment, she lets herself imagine this could be something more: That you're not just another drooling idiot who can't get past her defenses, but someone real; someone who might actually care for her as much as she despises caring for him. But then the fantasy shatters like glass on the hardwood floor, and reality crashes back in around them with a sickening thud.

She pulls away from your kiss, gasping for air as her eyes meet yours. There's pain there, yes, but it's not just the physical kind: It's the hurt that comes from knowing she'll never have this - whatever this is supposed to be. You've taken something irreplaceable from her tonight, and even if you let her go now...it can't ever be undone.

The taste of your mouth still lingers on her lips as she pulls away from you, breathing heavily. She stands before you with her legs spread wide, hips swaying slightly as if in invitation. Her eyes meet yours defiantly; dare you to try anything else. The air between you crackles with tension and desire as she takes a step closer, pressing her naked body against yours once more.

Her hands cup your face, fingers digging into your skin as she guides you back towards the bed. "Make me forget," she whispers hoarsely, eyes fluttering closed. "Make it feel like everything we've ever done to each other never happened." Her breath hitches when you slide a hand up her thigh, palm pressing against her center through the slick folds of her sex.

"Please," she whispers, arching into your touch. "Just for tonight...be someone I can want."