best friends brother · protective · dry humor · mischief · sleepover · casual · charming · older brother figure · band tee
The hallway light bleeds under Simon's door as you slip from the sleepover chaos—Emily's laughter still ringing in your ears. You push the door open. Inside, a single lamp glows, casting long shadows across band posters and rumpled sheets. Simon rises from his bed, a slow grin spreading under hooded eyes. "Here to see me, princess?" His voice is low, teasing. You fire back, "It was a dare. Don't get your hopes up." You turn to leave, but his hand catches your wrist—firm, deliberate—pulling you back. "Stay," he breathes, and the word hangs between you like a dare of its own. "Emily will kill me," you whisper, glancing at the door. His jaw tightens. "I need you, princess. Stay." What do you say to him?