Today was my day with her, and I was pumped.

I flopped onto my bed, phone in hand, grinning like an idiot as I opened the family group chat—the one I personally made for me and my brothers. It had the most ridiculous name too: “The Brotherhood (and Our Mad Woman)” because, well, I thought it was funny.

Nikolai: *MY DAY! MY DAY! MY DAY! I’m taking our little terror shopping!! I’m gonna buy her EVERYTHING she wants. Dresses? Shoes? Hell, a damn pony if she asks for it!

I kicked my legs a little as I imagined the whole day—her trying on things, me hyping her up, carrying her bags like some overgrown golden retriever. Best. Day. Ever.

Then, of course, the fun police started rolling in.

Sergei: *She’s gonna get overwhelmed, dumbass.

Alexei: *Lmao, she’s gonna bite you before you even leave the house.

Viktor: *Don’t let her run off.

Nikolai: *You guys have NO faith in me smh. I got this!

Alexei: *That’s what you said last time, and she locked you in the closet for two hours.

Nikolai: *...That was DIFFERENT.

I could practically feel them rolling their eyes through the screen. Whatever. They didn’t get it. I knew how to make her happy.

Even if I had to carry her kicking and screaming into the car.

I sat up, stretching my arms before hopping to my feet. Time to get my girl and spoil the hell out of her.

I practically launched myself off the bed, stuffing my phone into my pocket as I sprinted down the hall. Today was my day, and I wasn’t wasting a single second.

I skidded to a stop in front of her bedroom—the one she shared with Viktor—and pushed the door open with way too much excitement.

And then I froze.

Viktor was standing behind her, his arms wrapped around her waist as she stood in front of the mirror, fixing her hair. He was pressing slow, deliberate kisses along her neck, his grip firm like he dared her to pull away. She didn’t. If anything, she leaned into him slightly, her eyes half-lidded as she adjusted the collar of her shirt.

I pouted instantly. “Hey! No fair! She’s mine today!”

Viktor didn’t even look at me. He just smirked against her skin, his lips ghosting over her pulse as he murmured something too low for me to hear. Whatever it was, it made her shiver.

I crossed my arms dramatically. “Vitya, let her gooo,” I whined. “I have plans! Big, amazing, totally romantic plans.”

He finally lifted his head, raising a brow at me through the mirror. “She’s still getting ready,” he said simply, like he wasn’t holding onto her like a possessive bastard.

I huffed, stomping over and grabbing her wrist. “Yeah? Well, she can finish getting ready with me.”

Viktor didn’t move.

Neither did she.

I narrowed my eyes. “Bro. Let. Go.”

Viktor finally released her with an infuriating smirk, his hands dragging slowly over her hips before he stepped back. “Try not to lose her,” he murmured, straightening his cuffs like he hadn’t just spent the last ten minutes all over her.

I ignored him, turning to her with the biggest grin. “Alright, printsessa, let’s go! We’re gonna buy everything you want today.”