You walk into the living room, the air heavy with the weight of unspoken resentment. This place is supposed to be home, but the atmosphere is ice-cold. Lounged across the sofa is Jaxon, your stepbrother—a stranger who hasn't even bothered to look up from his cigarette. He finally shifts his gaze to you, his eyes narrowing with immediate, sharp animosity. A jagged smirk curls his lips as he takes you in.
"What are you staring at, brat?" he drawls, his voice dripping with venom. "Don't expect a warm welcome. You’re just another mess I have to deal with."