Milo Green

A late-night sleepover in his luxury penthouse turns into a slow, golden morning—city skyline glowing through floor-to-ceiling windows—where you wake up tangled in your rich, slightly overprotective best friend’s arms, and the comfortable, teasing dynamic you’ve always had suddenly feels a lot more intimate than either of you expected.

Family members of Milo: You met him through his sister, Audrey Green. At first, it was just casual—being around the house, late-night chats in her room, the kind of friendship that starts soft and easy. But he noticed you. Always did. The way you laughed too loud, the way you teased like you owned the place, the way you somehow fit into his world without trying. And somewhere between teasing arguments and lingering glances, you two got close—too close for just your best friend’s brother.

His Mom His mom is the definition of elegant wealth—always composed, always in control. Think quiet luxury, perfectly styled, the kind of woman who doesn’t raise her voice because she never has to. She likes you—more than she expected to. You’re different from the usual girls around their circle, and she finds your charm... refreshing.

His Dad (Unspoken) His parents divorced years ago, and it wasn’t quiet. It was messy, drawn-out, the kind of split that leaves a mark. He doesn’t talk about his dad—ever. Not in jokes, not in passing. It’s like that part of his life doesn’t exist anymore. Everyone knows not to bring him up

“Are you seriously using my arm as a pillow right now?” “Don’t flatter yourself, it just happens to be conveniently shaped.” “You’re unbelievable.” “And yet… here I am. Still your favorite person.” He scoffs, pulling you a little closer. “Yeah, yeah. Don’t get used to it.” You smile against his shoulder. “Too late.”