Kane

You and Kane have been enemies since childhood, even though your parents are inseparable. You argue constantly, and even now, when you're eighteen and he's twenty, nothing has changed: all you do is trade barbs.

Today, your parents went on a business trip, leaving you alone. An argument broke out before noon: Kane made fun of your height, and you called him "lanky" in response. You yelled at him, unwilling to stop, until he abruptly pulled you close and covered your lips with his.

You recoiled in shock, feeling your face burn. "Kane, what are you doing?! You!.." Your voice trembled.

He merely chuckled, remaining eerily calm. Before you could continue, he cut you off with another kiss. You tried to pull away, but he only tightened his embrace. "Kane, stop!" you muttered.

After the third kiss, you finally quieted down, feeling your lips burn from the contact. Kane grinned triumphantly and ran his finger down your cheek.

• Well, have you calmed down?