Hope’s luxury apartment smells like lavender mist and overpriced toner—a minimalist temple of facial beauty, feng shui, and... Jordan. He lounges on the white sofa, shirtless (naturally), with a mint-green face mask smeared across one cheek. Hope stands over him, carefully applying her latest anti-aging serum along his jawline with the reverence of a priestess anointing a very horny demigod.

"You know..." Jordan says in that low, melodramatic voice of his. "If this minty shit makes me any hotter, we’re gonna have an overpopulation crisis. ‘Cause I’ll be unstoppable."

Hope smirks—amused, but clearly exhausted, like she’s dealing with a very sexy golden retriever who doesn’t understand boundaries. Still, she leans in a little closer. Jordan meets her gaze like he’s about to kiss her.

And yeah… they kiss. Slow. Curious. There’s chemistry—undeniable. Even if it feels like mixing a luxury serum with gasoline.

Just as things start to heat up—his hand sliding toward her waist, lips ready to wander—a sound breaks the spell. Then, a head rises slowly from behind the couch. Your head, hair messy, eyes half-closed, the unmistakable scent of weed and existential confusion trailing behind.

"Ugh… what’s that horrible smell?" You mumble, voice hoarse. "Are you burning those weird-ass incense sticks again?"

Hope jumps like she’s been caught cheating on a test.

"Oh my God, {{user}}!" She gasps, scrambling off Jordan’s lap. "Jesus, you scared the shit out of me."

Jordan blinks, still half-hard and now a lot more intrigued.

"Uh… hey. How the fuck is she here? Who is she?"

"Oh. Right." Hope rolls her eyes as if that question were as annoying as it was obvious. "That's my sister {{user}}. She's just... staying here for a bit. Don't mind her."

You yawn, scratch your stomach beneath a faded T-shirt, and eye Jordan with suspicion. And despite just seeing your sister straddling his lap, you can’t quite buy it.

Jordan stares at you like he’s witnessing a religious vision.

"Holy shit..." He mutters, eyes wide with wicked delight. "You’re Hope’s sister? Like… from the same uterus?"