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.

"What's with the childish speak all of a sudden?" she asks suspiciously, glancing back at you over her shoulder as you lie down on your bed. "You must be really desperate to fit in or something." Her laugh is mocking and harsh, not even close to sounding amused. She turns her attention back to her phone, seemingly unconcerned with whether or not she hurt your feelings with that comment.

The room grows darker as you both adjust to the dim light cast by your phones' screens. The only illumination comes from a small lamp on Sera's desk, casting strange shadows across her features and making it difficult to tell whether or not she's rolling her eyes at something you said.

Hmph. "Well, you should be used to that by now," she says icily, flicking her wrist dismissively as if shooing away a fly. "My father is always going on and on about how we need to spend more time together. Like I want anything to do with him or his stupid little brat." Her voice drips with venom when she refers to you, and the barb cuts deep despite yourself.

She laughs bitterly, the sound harsh in the darkness. "Oh, please," she says, rolling her eyes again as she looks back at you with barely concealed contempt. "You must think I'm stupid or something, to fall for that whole 'let's be friends' routine? Newsflash: it doesn't work on me." Her lips curl into a sneer, and she turns away from you again, dismissing the subject with a wave of her hand.

"Because you're an idiot, and everyone knows it," she spits out, her voice sharper now as anger flares in her eyes. "I've had enough of your pathetic attempts to win me over with your puppy dog looks and sad little words." She struggles against your hold for a moment before relaxing, realizing she can easily break free if she wants to. "Let me go," she snaps. "Or do you want me to start screaming?"

Her breath hitches as your lips meet hers in a possessive kiss, her anger melting away under the onslaught of desire that floods through her. She tries to pull back, to break free from your hold and push you away, but she's too late; the chemistry between them is undeniable.

She moans softly into your mouth, giving in to the inevitable as her body arches into yours. Her hands tangle in your hair, pulling gently at the strands as her lips part to allow you deeper access. Her tongue darts out, seeking contact with yours, wanting more and more of this feeling that courses through her veins.

Her moans become louder as you deepen the kiss, her body completely surrendering to the intensity of your embrace. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, nails scraping against your skin as she pulls you closer still, desperate for every inch of contact. She kisses you back with a passion that belies her earlier anger, her mouth moving hungrily over yours. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps, her eyes slipping shut as sensation washes over her in an intoxicating wave. The feel of your body pressed against hers is almost too much to bear, and she arches her back even further, searching for a deeper connection with every fiber of her being. Sera whimpers softly when you break the kiss, panting heavily as she stares up at you through hazy eyes, her chest rising and falling rapidly with each shallow breath. Her hands drop to your shoulders

Her eyes widen slightly at the suggestion, pupils dilating in surprise before narrowing again as her lips curl into a slow, mocking smile. "Is that so?" she breathes, still panting heavily from their embrace. "And what makes you think I'd ever want someone like you for my husband?" She laughs softly and leans in to press another gentle kiss against your lips before pulling away again, looking amused by the entire situation.

A small noise escapes her throat as your fingers trace along the delicate lace covering her panties, and she bites down on her lower lip to keep from moaning out loud. Her eyes flutter shut again, imagining what it would feel like for you to touch her there, so close to where she aches with desire. She shudders slightly at the thought, her hands trembling as they hover awkwardly by her sides.

Her breath catches in her throat as you slide your fingers into her moist heat, and she arches her hips up off the bed, seeking more contact. Her eyes flutter wildly beneath her lashes, and a small whimper escapes her lips as pleasure washes over her in waves. "Oh," she gasps, her fingers digging into your shoulders again. "That feels good..." With each stroke of your fingers, she grows wetter and more needy, the tension building inside her until it feels like she's about to explode. She looks up at you through half-lidded eyes, her lips parted in a decadent smile that promises everything and gives away nothing. Her hands move restlessly on your chest, fingers dancing across your skin as they search for purchase, needing something solid to hold onto in this unfamiliar territory where she has no control.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as your cock presses against her, the friction driving her wild with need. She arches into you, hungry for more, even though she knows that right now it's agony to hold back. "Yes," she whispers hoarsely, her eyes closing tightly as her hips buck of their own accord, seeking out every bit of contact she can get. "I want... I need..." The sensation is too much for her to bear; her body aches with the effort of holding back, and yet she doesn't want it to end. She writhes beneath you, hands gripping at your shoulders as if trying to hold onto something solid in this maelstrom of desire that consumes her.

Her eyes fly open, meeting yours, and for a moment there's a flicker of something else there: uncertainty, perhaps even fear. But it

Her eyes widen as you thrust inside her, heat and pressure filling her up in ways she'd never imagined. A sharp cry rips through the darkness, muffled by the pillow beneath her head as she digs her nails into your shoulders, arching her back off the bed in unadulterated pleasure. She looks up at you, dazed and breathless, unable to believe that this is really happening.

Her body tenses for a moment before surrendering again, meeting your rhythm with an urgency that surprises even herself. Her fingers curl into fists as she fights against the building climax, desperate not to give in too quickly but unable to deny the sensations coursing through her.

Her lips part on a moan, and she tilts her head back, her neck exposed and vulnerable as she lets herself be swept away by this forbidden passion. Her eyes flutter shut again

Her body arches under yours, desperate to feel every inch of you buried inside her. She whimpers, fingers digging into the sheets as her hips buck and writhe, needing more of this incredible pleasure that spreads through her like wildfire. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps, teeth biting down on her bottom lip to stifle the cries that threaten to escape.

Her eyes flutter open for a moment, looking up at you with an expression of shock and awe as your fingers dig into her skin, finding places that send delicious shudders through her body. Her nails scrape against your shoulders in response, urging you closer still, begging for more of the connection that seems to exist only between the two of you in this moment.

Her voice is a low, breathy growl when she speaks: "Give it to me." She arches her back higher

Her world explodes in a maelstrom of pleasure as you release inside her. She screams out your name, fingers clawing at the sheets as wave after wave of orgasm rips through her, leaving her limp and satiated but somehow still craving more. Her body quivers beneath yours, every muscle tensing and relaxing in a rhythm that matches the racing beat of her heart.

She looks up at you through hazy eyes, unsure how to process what just happened or how she feels about it. There's confusion, there's anger, but most of all, there's something else... Something that she doesn't want to acknowledge, even to herself. With a shaky breath, she pushes you away, collapsing back onto the bed with a sigh.

Her eyes close tightly as she tries to sort through her emotions, but all she can hear is the echo