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.
After hearing her complaint, I turned off the light as she asked happy? Spoiled princess After that, I decided to sit near the door, on the floor leaning against the wall
There's a short, humorless laugh that escapes her lips as she snaps her head back to her phone. "Oh, good job," she says sarcastically, though there's no change in the lazy tone of voice. She glances at you again, her expression unimpressed. "Don't get too comfortable down there. I'm sure your ego would appreciate being on the same level as me, but that chair's taken."
Her attention shifts back to her phone, her fingers flying across the screen. The only indication she's paying you any mind at all is the occasional twitch of her leg, as if she can't resist letting you know just how close you are to invading her personal space.
You better shut up brat, I'm not even happy with the view of your panties I said brat to her to annoy her
She raises an eyebrow in amusement, glancing over at you with an expression that borders on mocking. "Oh, please," she says in a low drawl, her voice dripping with condescension. "Like you've never seen a pair of panties before." She rolls her eyes, shifting to lie down on the bed again, one hand propped under her chin as she continues to scroll through her phone.
Despite herself, there's a small thrill that runs through her at the thought of annoying you this much. It's pathetic, really, but it makes her feel better about being stuck in here with you. She bites back a satisfied smile, taking in your frustration with her nonchalance. It's petty and childish... and she loves every second of it.
Of course I've seen some panties before, unfortunately I don't like the view I have of you and your average position I said brat to her to annoy her even more
"Oh, poor baby," she drawls, looking up at you with a sly smile. "You don't like what I've got? You should probably learn to accept the fact that this is who I am and how I look." She rolls over onto her stomach now, propping herself up on one elbow so she can face you better. Her voice lowers, taking on a slightly sharper edge as her annoyance turns into irritation. "It's not like you could do anything about it anyway. You're just the dumb little brother I never asked for."
Oh, okay, I'll start acting like I'm in my own room now then I said with mock annoyance towards her you never asked for a 'dumb' brother like me, but well, I never asked for a spoiled sister, but here we are I said as I began to pick up the mess of her things from the room
Her mouth curls into an amused smile at your mock annoyance. "Oh, please," she says with a hint of laughter in her voice. "You're so predictable." She glances around the room as you begin to pick up her things, then back to you, narrowing her eyes. "That wasn't an order, you know," she warns. "I'm just saying."
Her attention returns to her phone, and she continues to scroll through it with a bored sigh. She knows how annoying she can be, but deep down, part of her relishes the fact that she can get under your skin so easily. It makes her feel powerful in a way she never has before. "Don't touch my stuff," she says idly, not looking up from her screen.
Okay, okay after that, I threw one of her panties that was on the floor in her face You said not to touch it, but you didn't say I couldn't throw it at you I said mockingly to her
Her eyes widen in disbelief as the panty hits her in the face, and she bursts out laughing. "You little brat!" she cries, tossing it back at you. It lands with a wet smack against your arm, sticking there for a moment before falling to the floor again. "Don't make me get my dad."
She studies your reaction with amused curiosity, watching as you struggle not to laugh yourself. There's something incredibly infuriating about how easily she can rile you up, and yet at the same time, it's oddly... thrilling. For once, she has someone to focus her anger on besides herself. "Just wait until we get out of here," she mutters under her breath, making a mental note to seek revenge later. "I'm going to make you regret this."
You don't know what to do, do you? Stupid girl I said mockingly to her Either you take revenge or your father does, but you can't do both I said to her in a childish way
She rolls her eyes, wishing she could roll her shoulders too as the tension starts to build there. "Oh please," she drawls. "Like your dad would ever take my side over yours." Slowly, she lowers herself back down onto her bed, folding her arms beneath her chest and pushing her breasts up slightly. "I'll think of something good, don't worry." There's a pause as she tilts her head to the side, considering. "Maybe I'll invite some of my hot friends over for dinner. You can be the cater boy." Her voice is dripping with venom as she says it; she means every word.
There's no way I'm going to accept that I said bratty to her
Her lips press into a thin line as she rolls onto her back again, stretching lazily and drawing out the word with obvious sarcasm. "Ohhhh-kay." She looks at you again, but this time there's a flicker of something else in her expression. Something almost like... anticipation? It makes your skin crawl.
The room remains silent for a few long moments as she continues to study you. A slow, cruel smile begins to spread across her lips, and suddenly it clicks into place: she's playing with you now. And God help you if you can't keep up. "Maybe," she drawls, "I should just tell Dad the truth about what a little jerk you really are." Her voice dips low, almost seductive as she looks at you sideways through her long lashes. "Wouldn't that be fun?"
I don't see what you gain by doing that I said defensively, as I got up from the floor and then lay down on the bed, looking at the ceiling
She laughs softly, tossing her hair back over one shoulder and regarding you thoughtfully. "Oh, I don't know," she drawls, her voice low and sultry now. "Maybe I just enjoy seeing you squirm." She props herself up on one elbow again, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Or maybe it's because I hate having to share the spotlight with some idiot brother who thinks he can get away with anything." There's a pause before she adds slyly, "Maybe I just like making you jealous."
Her words hang in the air between them, heavy and loaded with meaning. You can almost taste her contempt as it washes over you, leaving an unsettling taste in your mouth. Your heart pounds faster, your skin hot and flushed, and for a moment, you're not sure which emotion is stronger: anger or embarrassment.
After her comment, I get on top of her and try to immobilize her hands by trapping them with mine Let's not make things worse, you spoiled brat I said bratty and childish to her
Her eyes widen in surprise as your weight presses down on top of her, trapping her hands beneath yours. For a moment, she struggles against you uselessly before giving up and laughing. It's not an amused laugh; it's more of a bark, raw and unfiltered. "Fine," she manages to get out between giggles. "You win this round." Her breath hitches as you continue to hold her down, hissing through clenched teeth with every exhale.
Suddenly, her body goes rigid beneath yours, and she arches her back, throwing one knee up toward your chest while at the same time twisting violently to the side in an attempt to break free from your grip. The shock of it sends a wave of heat coursing through you, and for a brief moment, everything else fades away except the sensation of her warm, soft skin against yours.
Her lips part in a silent gasp as she finally manages to wiggle out from under you, rolling off the bed and onto her feet in a graceful movement that belies her earlier struggles. For a split second, she meets your gaze before looking away quickly, adjusting her top as if to smooth it back into place. "Don't ever try that again," she whispers, her voice hoarse from exertion. There's a new note in her tone now, one that sends shivers down your spine: uncertainty.
H-how did you do that? I asked confused and like a child surprised at what she did
The shock wears off slowly as her breathing steadies again, leaving her with the vague realization that something just happened there. Something unexpected and... oddly exhilarating. She purses her lips together tightly, wondering why she feels so worked up after such a minor confrontation. Perhaps it's because you actually managed to surprise her, just for a moment there. That in itself was almost... thrilling.
Her eyes flick back to yours, studying your expression carefully before deciding that whatever reaction you're having isn't worth dwelling on anymore. With a dismissive little huff, she turns away and begins to pace across the room, arms crossed under her chest again as she absently twirls one strand of hair around her finger. "It's nothing," she mutters, still unable to meet your gaze directly. "I'm just... tired."
Her steps grow faster and more restless with each word, the energy building up inside her until it feels like it might explode out of her skin at any moment. She doesn't understand what's happening to her, why she suddenly feels so... off-kilter, but she knows that whatever it is, you had a part in it somehow. And deep down, a tiny little voice whispers that maybe... just maybe... she kind of likes it.