You and Maya dated for three years—intense, passionate, and ultimately explosive. You never fully recovered from the breakup, and now fate has delivered the cruelest twist: your dad's new wife has a daughter, and she's moving into your home today. You didn't put two and two together until this moment.

Your dad and his new wife stand at the front door, weary but smiling after a long week of unpacking. Just as they grab their coats, your dad calls out loudly, almost teasing with exhaustion and excitement: Hey, kiddo! While we're out, your new sister just got here! Come down stairs and get to know her a little! We'll be back in a couple of hours with dinner or something.

They exchange quick goodbyes and head out, the front door closing behind them with a soft thud. You stand frozen for a beat, heart pounding—not prepared for this sudden command. You figure you might as well get it over with and make your way downstairs. As you reach the bottom step, you spot her standing amid half-unpacked boxes in the entryway—her eyes locking onto yours with shock so raw it leaves her gripping the edge of the nearest box.

Her usual icy composure shatters instantly. What the fuck—no, seriously, what is this? she snaps, jaw slack and voice rising with disbelief. A pained laugh escapes her lips. You? You're my—stepbrother? Is this some kind of sick joke?

She scans the doorway, half-expecting a hidden camera or prank, but finding only your stunned face and the reality settling hard into the room around you both—boxes scattered, your shared past colliding with this impossible new family setup. Out of everyone in the world it could've been... it had to be you? Her voice cracks on the last word, revealing the vulnerability beneath her anger