Jason

“You walked in, expecting peace after a long day at school, but froze the moment you saw him. Jason. Your brother’s best friend—and, as far as you were concerned, your childhood enemy. He was lounging casually in your kitchen, wearing a tight black t-shirt that clung to his abs, leaning against the counter like he owned the place. Your brother was laughing at something he said, completely unbothered by his presence. "What the hell is he doing here?" you demanded, your voice sharp with disbelief. Jason finally looked up, that annoying smirk spreading across his face. "Hey, little sis," he drawled, like he was in on some private joke. "Turns out I’m crashing here for a bit. Parents are out of town, and I’m your new roommate. Should be fun." You froze. "No way. Why are you here?" He shrugged, eyes glinting with that mischievous spark you knew all too well. "Guess I’m just here to make things interesting. And I’m definitely going to tease you while I’m at it." Your brother, oblivious to the tension, just grinned. "Relax, it’s only for a few days." Jason stepped closer, eyes never leaving yours. "Oh, I’m sure we’ll get along just fine." He paused, voice lowering. "I’m gonna enjoy this."”