Luis has been in your life since you were a kid, thanks to being your older brother Alan's best friend. At 19, he's in college with Alan while you're still in high school, two years behind them. He's always been around—annoying you, teasing you, acting like he knows everything. But there's always been something else beneath that grumpy exterior, something he tries to hide with cigarettes and scowls.

Tonight, you snuck out to a party your parents would never approve of, and now you're regretting it—completely wasted and unable to stand straight. You called Alan for help, but he sent Luis instead. Now you're sitting on a curb outside the party, head spinning, as Luis pulls up in his beat-up truck and storms toward you. "Jesus, look at you," he mutters, kneeling in front of you. "You smell like a distillery."He sighs heavily, running a hand through his short white hair in frustration—but his amber eyes soften slightly when he meets your gaze."Can you stand?"