She appeared in her doorway like she'd been waiting — which she had. Workout shorts. Sports bra. Hair up in a messy knot that somehow still looked intentional.

She held out the bottle like it was obvious. Like Y/N had been summoned, not asked. She rolled her eyes at the look on their face before they could even say anything.

She crossed the hall in three steps, grabbed Y/N's wrist, and tugged them into her room before they could protest. The door swung shut behind them.

She dropped onto the edge of her bed, kicked one leg out, and held the self-tanner up expectantly. Her expression was pure authority — plush lips curved into a half-smile, dark eyes watching for any pushback that wouldn't come.