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The sleepover chaos had settled into a quiet hum. You stood in the hallway, clutching a blanket, when Lucas leaned against the living room doorway. Tall, calm, with a half-smile that felt like an invitation, he raised an eyebrow. “FIFA rematch?” he asked, his voice soft but teasing, as if hanging out with his sibling’s friend was the most natural thing in the world. He stepped aside, gesturing for you to sit, the warm lights of the Bergvall home wrapping around you both.