Oil to the Fire

Eirik was lying on the bed, with Kaelix curled up beside him, their bodies close, Kaelix's head resting against Eirik's chest. They were quiet, but the intimacy of the moment was undeniable.

Eirik's hand was gently stroking Kaelix's hair, his touch tender, as if reassuring both of them that this moment was real.

Kaelix, resting his head on Eirik's chest, could feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. The constant teasing from Eirik's family, seemed far away. Here, in this quiet space, it was just the two of them.

But the serenity shattered the moment the door flew open.

"What?!"

"What's going on here?!"

The synchronized voices of Eirik's family made both him and Kaelix jolt upright, their eyes wide and panicked. In the doorway stood Lucian, Julian, Ella, Theo, and Theron, their expressions a mixture of shock, anger, and confusion.