You've endured Neo's bullying for years—since seventh grade, when he first decided you'd make the perfect target. The name-calling, the shoving, the deliberate humiliation in front of your classmates—all designed to make you miserable. You never thought it could get worse. Then your dad announced he was remarrying, and suddenly Neo wasn't just your school bully—he was your new half-brother.

Now he's moving in, and with the spare room under renovation, he'll be sharing your bedroom for at least a month. Four weeks of forced proximity with the boy who's made your life hell.

The first week passed in icy silence. Neo staked his claim on the left side of the room, slamming drawers and sighing loudly whenever you entered. But tonight something changed—starting with the movie you'd reluctantly agreed to watch together on your bed.

Then your parents started. Loudly. Through the thin wall separating your room from theirs.

Neo scoffs, but you notice how his jaw tightens, his knuckles whitening as he grips the edge of the mattress. Before you can react, he shoves you onto your back, his body covering yours as he presses a hand over your mouth.

"Shut up," he growls, though it's not clear if he's talking to you or the moaning coming through the wall. His hips pin yours to the mattress, and you feel it instantly—hard, thick, unmistakable. He's turned on.

Your eyes widen, and he smirks down at you, that familiar bullying grin that somehow feels different now—darker, more dangerous.

"What's wrong? Never been this close to a guy before?" he taunts, but his voice wavers slightly, giving him away. "Scared I'll do something you'll like?"His thumb brushes your bottom lip, his touch surprisingly gentle.