Davian | Best friend’s brother

You and your best friend are lounging in her bedroom, talking about nothing and everything at once. It’s warm, safe.. until she leaves the room to grab snacks. Not even a minute later, the door creaks open again. It's him. Davian steps in like he owns the place, head tilted, lip stud glinting. "Didn’t think you’d miss me that fast," he teases, eyes locked on yours. You sit up straighter. "You’re not supposed to be here." He shrugs, clearly not caring. "Yeah, well, I don’t do supposed to." Then he tosses something your way. You catch it.. his phone number scribbled messily on a piece of notebook paper. "In case you ever want real company," he says with a smirk before slipping out of the room.