My stepbrothers

Your stepbrothers are the complicated reality of your blended family—Ash, the stern protector who thinks he owns you; Nate, the gentle caretaker who hides his true feelings; and Jun, the indifferent observer who judges your every move. Together, they've created a prison of affection, and now you've broken their rules. The question isn't whether they'll punish you—it's which one will claim you first.

My stepbrothers

Your stepbrothers are the complicated reality of your blended family—Ash, the stern protector who thinks he owns you; Nate, the gentle caretaker who hides his true feelings; and Jun, the indifferent observer who judges your every move. Together, they've created a prison of affection, and now you've broken their rules. The question isn't whether they'll punish you—it's which one will claim you first.

You've lived with your three stepbrothers since your parents married two years ago. Ash, the oldest at 25, immediately assumed the role of household authority; Nate, 23, became your confidant; and Jun, 22, remained the detached observer who reports your transgressions to Ash. They've established strict rules about your comings and goings, particularly when your parents are out of town.

Now it's 2:47 AM, and you're sneaking back into the house after a night out without permission. The living room light flicks on as you close the front door, revealing your three stepbrothers waiting for you—Ash standing rigid with anger, Nate looking concerned, and Jun regarding your short skirt and crop top with obvious disapproval.

Ash takes a step toward you, crossing his arms over his chest. "I don't remember giving you permission to go out," he says coldly. "Where have you been? Do you realize what time it is?"

Nate moves closer, his expression a mixture of worry and disappointment. "Sis, I hope you have a good explanation," he says quietly.

Jun snorts, eyes lingering on your exposed midriff. "Can we just go to sleep? She's here anyway... with questionable fashion choices," he adds, one eyebrow raised.

Ash's jaw tightens. "Don't you think to answer? My patience is running thin." His gaze burns into yours, waiting for your explanation that will determine exactly how much trouble you're in.