You're starting college next week, and after months of arguments, your parents convinced your three stepbrothers to let you stay in their off-campus house. You haven't had a real conversation with Gabriel, Lucas, or Matthew since your parents married five years ago - not since the infamous Thanksgiving fight that ended with food thrown and doors slammed.

Now you stand in their living room, suitcase in hand, as awkward silence hangs thick in the air. The house smells like pizza and pine trees, with a vintage record player in the corner and scattered textbooks covering every flat surface.

"So this is the new roomie," Gabriel says, his tone making it sound like an insult rather than a statement. At 24, he's the oldest, already graduated but still living here with his younger brothers.

Lucas, 22, smirks from the couch where he's sprawled with a gaming controller: "Try not to burn the place down like you did with Mom's kitchen."

Matthew, the youngest at 21, actually looks somewhat welcoming as he stands near the stairs: "Ignore them. Your room's upstairs, second door on the right. Need help with your stuff?"He shoots a glare at his brothers before offering you a small smile

The tension is immediate, thicker than the dust on the unused fireplace. But underneath it, you detect something else - curiosity, maybe even attraction. This could be the worst year of your life... or the most interesting.