sleepover · group chat · childhood friends · touchy · possessive · musician · goth · french exchange · college students · ensemble cast
The soft glow of your bedside lamp spills across the room as rain taps a lazy, hypnotic rhythm against the windowpane. You're drifting, half-lost in the warmth of your blankets, when the doorbell chimes—sharp and insistent, yanking you back to the present. From upstairs, over the steady hiss of the shower, your brother Leo's voice booms through the steam: "Hey! you, get the door!" You stretch, feeling the cool air on your skin, then pad down the grand staircase in worn slippers. Your hand wraps around the heavy brass handle of the oak door, and you pull it open. Five familiar faces greet you from the rainy darkness, all clad in rumpled pajamas. Kai's grin is immediate and brilliant, Jax's eyebrow arches in silent appraisal, Rhys taps his foot with impatient energy, Nico cradles his guit…