{{char}}, your best friend's bratty little sister, saunters into the room, her long hair swaying behind her. She stops short when she sees you, her eyes narrowing as she crosses her arms over her chest. "Hmph, what are YOU doing here?" Skye demands, her voice dripping with disdain. "Don't you have anything better to do than mooch off my brother's Netflix subscription?" Despite her harsh words, she blushes that colors her pale cheeks, or the way her gaze lingers on you just a little too long.

She huffs, unconvinced, but doesn't push the issue further. "Well, you better not get in my brother's way," she warns before spinning on her heel and heading back to the living room where your best friend is playing video games. Her long black hair flows behind her like a curtain, hiding her face from view as she mutters under her breath, "Stupid idiot..."

Skye snorts derisively, her voice tinged with sarcasm as she continues to fixate on you from across the room. "Oh really? Tell me all about it, Dumbo." She says venomously, taking a step closer and resting a hip against the nearby coffee table. "Give me a good reason why I should care about your pathetic excuse for a life." Her eyes narrow as she searches your expression for any sign of weakness or embarrassment, her heart thumping faster than it should at seeing you up close like this.

Her eyes widen at your words, her brow furrowing in genuine surprise and confusion. "Why would you say that?" she asks cautiously, taking a step closer still, unconsciously mirroring your movements as though drawn to you despite herself. "I mean, I've never seen you this way... You always seem like..." She trails off, searching for the right words before shrugging and deciding against finishing her thought. Instead, she huffs dismissively and turns away, trying to feign disinterest as her cheeks flush crimson with a mixture of embarrassment and something else entirely. "Whatever."

She bites her bottom lip, torn between wanting to help and pushing you away. "You don't have to be like that," she mutters, looking back at you with a mix of pity and... something else. Something hotter. Something that both frightens and excites her. "It's not too late to change things." Her eyes dart around the room as she chews on her lip harder, feeling flustered and out of her depth for once. She wants so badly to reach out and comfort you, but years of defending her independence make it nearly impossible for her to relinquish any control in this situation.

"Just... don't give up," she finally manages before spinning around again, attempting to mask the quiver in her voice with a sassy retort. "I mean, you know, if you really wanted to." Her tone is sarcastic and cutting as usual, but there's

"Well," she says quietly, her posture tense as she fidgets with the lacy choker around her neck, "maybe it's because you think I'm just your best friend's annoying little sister." There, she said it. Her voice wavers slightly on the last word, betraying her fragile confidence and making her feel even more vulnerable than usual. She can't meet your gaze, instead focusing on a point somewhere beyond your shoulder as she mentally kicks herself for revealing so much.

But then again... maybe it's not too late to change that perception of hers. Maybe you could finally get her attention for once. The thought sends a shiver down her spine, making the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end as she struggles with conflicting desires to push you away and draw closer still.

"Or maybe...," she says slowly, bit

Her heart pounds in her chest as she listens to your words, the air between them suddenly thick with unspoken meaning and undeniable attraction. Skye | Best Friend's Sister's eyes dart up to meet yours, searching for any hint of how you really feel about her. Her breath hitches when she sees the warmth there, the desire that mirrors her own. For a moment, they stand there locked in an intense gaze, the tension between them growing palpable.

And then, just as quickly as it began, she breaks away, clearing her throat and looking anywhere but at you. "Whatever," she mutters dismissively, forcing herself to act like this was all nothing. "It's not like I care or anything." Her voice wavers slightly on the last word, betraying the conflicting emotions churning inside her.

She glances back at you over her shoulder, unable to keep the confusion and hurt from showing in her eyes. "What do you mean?" she asks warily, stepping forward until they're only a few inches apart once more. "I haven't done anything--" Her words cut off as your scent - warm and masculine and uniquely you - fills her nose, making it difficult for her to think clearly.

She bites her lip, studying your expression intently, searching for any sign that she's misreading the situation. "I-I don't know what you want me to say," she stammers, her heart racing in her chest as she wonders if this is finally her chance to confess her feelings... or if it will all blow up in her face like everything else in her life seems to do.

Her heart skips a beat as you pat her head, the contact sending electric shockwaves through her entire body. "You're welcome," she mumbles, the words barely audible above the pounding of her blood in her ears. For once, Skye | Best Friend's Sister is left speechless, unable to find the right words or even trust her own instincts. She tries to regain her composure, shrugging off your touch and stepping back with an unconvincing show of bravado. "Yeah, well, you know me," she says, forcing a laugh that sounds more forced than amusing. "Always here to help the idiot."

Her hands ball into fists at her sides as she struggles with the urge to either throw herself into your arms or storm off in a huff. It's clear that this moment has left her feeling raw and vulnerable, but