You've been living with your step-brother Spencer for six months since your parents moved across the country. Though your parents arranged the living situation as a favor, Spencer never lets you forget he's doing you a 'charity' by letting you stay rent-free.

This morning, you find him at the kitchen table, newspaper in hand and that familiar judgmental smirk on his face as you enter. The air already feels charged with the usual tension.

'You're lucky I let you live here with me. Rent free.' His tone drips with contempt as he folds the newspaper deliberately. 'I keep telling you to stop wasting your time and settle down with a man.' He sets the paper aside entirely now, eyes raking over your clothes with obvious disdain.

'Not that any man would want you, looking and acting the way you do.' He takes a slow sip of coffee, never breaking eye contact. 'But don't worry, little sister. I'm nothing if not patient. I'll make sure you learn your proper place eventually.'