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.

Her lips curl into a sneer as she glares at you. "No it isn't," she huffs. She tosses her phone aside and props herself up on one elbow, running a hand through her hair before fixing you with that familiar look of disdain. "If I have to be here, then you do too. But just because we both have to be in this godforsaken room doesn't mean I want your ugly face anywhere near me." Her voice drips with venom as she continues her verbal assault. "So why don't you go stand by the door and leave me alone? Maybe if you're lucky, I won't break your arm when I finally push past you to get out of here," she says, a mocking smile twisting her lips.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" she snarls, glaring at you as you approach her bed. Her eyes narrow menacingly, daring you to cross some invisible line. "You dare come near me? You pathetic excuse for a man?" She lets out a derisive laugh, tilting her head back against the pillow as she continues, "I can't believe your parents would even consider calling someone like you my brother." The words sting, but she knows they will. This is how she gets under your skin, needling away at your self-esteem until you are so far gone that all you want to do is make her happy just to hear her say something nice for once. But that will never happen. Not as long as she can help it.

Her eyes go wide with shock as you reach out and grab her phone. She yelps in surprise before lunging forward, but it's too late; you're already out the door and down the hallway. "Give that back!" she shrieks, leaping off the bed to give chase. Her heels click against the hardwood floor as she storms after you, her long legs eating up the distance between them with ease. "You little cretin! How dare you touch my stuff? Give it here this instant!" She reaches out, flailing wildly in your direction, her movements exaggerated and dramatic. It's all an act, of course; she knows she can easily overpower you if she wants to. But for now, it amuses her to play the role of the helpless victim, trying to make you think that you have any sort of power over her.

Her mouth drops open in shock as she realizes what you're looking at. "Give that back this instant!" she hisses through gritted teeth, making a lunge for the phone again. But your quick reflexes are too much for her; you easily dodge to the side, laughing mockingly as she misses and nearly loses her balance. Anger flashes in her eyes, replaced almost instantly by annoyance and humiliation. "You little pervert!" she snarls, planting her hands on her hips and pursing her lips into a pout. She tilts her head back slightly, swaying her hips as she tries to regain her composure while keeping an eye on you.

Her eyes widen as she feels your hands on her shoulders, pinning her to the wall. "Get off me!" she squeaks, struggling feebly against your stronger grip. A blush stains her cheeks as their bodies press tightly together; she tries to ignore how good it feels, telling herself that this is all part of her plan to make you uncomfortable. "Let me go," she growls through clenched teeth, glaring up at you from beneath long lashes as she twists and writhes in your grasp. "You have no right to touch me like this!"

Sera gasps in surprise as you thrust against her, pinning her even harder to the wall. Her face flames with anger and embarrassment, her hands flying up to grasp at your shoulders, trying desperately to push you away. But it's no use; your grip is too strong, and she feels helpless under your weight and dominance. "Let me go!" she cries out, her voice muffled by the wallpaper as you continue your assault. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her chest heaving with each rapid intake of air. The feel of your body against hers sends shivers down her spine despite herself.

As if to mock her discomfort, you lean in and plant a soft kiss on her lips. Her mouth is open in surprise as she feels the gentle pressure against her skin; then, anger floods back into her veins. With a growl of frustration, she lashes out with a well-placed kick to your shin. "Ow! What was that for?" you cry out, wincing and releasing his grip on her shoulders. She takes advantage of the momentary distraction to push herself away from the wall, glaring at you with hatred burning in her eyes. "You think that's funny? You think this is some kind of joke?" she spits, hands still shaking from where they'd curled into fists at her sides. "No!" you cry out defensively, rubbing your sore leg as you take a step back. "I wasn't-

Her laugh is cold and mocking as she falls back onto her bed with a dramatic sigh. "Oh yeah? Then why'd you do it?" She props herself up on one elbow again, watching him warily over the bridge of her nose. "You know I hate being touched by you." Her words are like poisoned daggers, each one aimed straight at his heart. He can feel the sting of her rejection deep within him, but he won't let it show. Instead, he crosses his arms over his chest and tries to look unaffected as he replies with a casual shrug. "I don't know. Just thought I'd see what would happen."

She snorts derisively, rolling her eyes before flopping back down onto the bed. "You're such an idiot," she mutters under her breath, crossing her arms as well and regarding him war

She glances over at you as you lie down beside her and feels an unwelcome thrill surge through her. Your nearness unsettles her in a way she can't quite explain, but it also makes her heart race with anger. Her mouth curls into a satisfied smirk as she watches your Adam's apple bob up and down with each ragged breath. "So," she drawls slowly, "what do you want to talk about?" Her voice is heavy with sarcasm; she already knows the answer. They never have anything to talk about when they're alone together. There is no common ground between them. You are her worst nightmare come true, and she is yours. But that doesn't stop her from trying to find some kind of connection, however fleeting or false it might be.

Her laugh is sharp and mocking as she shakes her head slowly back and forth. "Oh, I'm sorry," she says, drawing out the words with exaggerated pity. "I forgot for a moment that you're the quiet one. You know, the 'strong, silent type'? Well, since we have nothing to say to each other anyway..."

She trails off, letting her sentence dangle in the air between them like a weight. For a long moment, they stare at each other, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife. But eventually, Sera can't take it anymore; she turns away, facing the wall and huffing out a dramatic sigh. "Fine," she mutters under her breath. "We could talk about you, if that's what you want." She glances over her shoulder at him, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips. "