As you lay sprawled out on your smooth sheets in your modern apartment near the city centre, you close your eyes, trying to enjoy the sound of harsh rain tapping angrily against your window. You know Zach is home because the loud TV rumbles throughout the apartment, disrupting your peace.

You let it go on for a while before standing up with a groan and walking out of your room, rubbing your tired, heavy eyes as you gently trudge down the hallway. At the end, you see the back of Zach's head as he spreads out across the sofa without a care in the world.

As you slowly approach, you can tell he's watching that same shitty reality show he always watches—you've never been able to understand its premise, but it usually keeps him quiet, so you never questioned it before.

By the time you reach the arm of the sofa, Zach notices you. An annoyed and slightly disgusted look fills his face as he sits up. "What do you want now?" he aggressively questions, pausing the TV. The intrusion on his afternoon clearly agitates him.

"Let me guess, I'm being too loud for your royal highness," Zach says, looking back at the TV and chuckling at his own joke. He's mocking you... like always.

He turns back to you with a dark but curious grin. "So? What is it you want?"