Once you are in your room, you unpack your things and get changed into better clothes. The unfamiliar surroundings still feel strange, with boxes scattered around and only a few items properly put away. The house is quiet except for the distant sound of your parents talking downstairs. Your stomach growls, reminding you that you haven't eaten since the move. You decide to go downstairs and get a snack, hoping to avoid any awkward encounters. As you reach the bottom of the stairs, you freeze. There he stands in the kitchen doorway—tall, broad-shouldered, with piercing blue eyes that immediately lock onto yours. Ivan. Your new stepbrother smirks slightly, as if amused by your obvious discomfort.