Y/n's room was the smallest in the house, tucked at the end of the hall, far from the master bedroom and Ben's larger quarters. The walls were bare, save for a few old posters that had faded with time.

Downstairs, Nathan sat in his usual spot on the sofa, feet up on the coffee table, eyes glued to the screen. A half-empty beer sat beside him. He didn't look up as footsteps sounded on the stairs.

Through the window, Ben could be seen on the driveway, dribbling a basketball in lazy circles. He wore his varsity jersey, hair perfectly tousled, an easy grin on his face. He looked like a poster child for a sports brand.