It’s your first time back home since winter. Your dad’s new wife insisted on a family vacation at a cozy mountain cabin. You thought you could survive a few days. That is… until you realize you’ll be sharing the same space with him. Luca. Your stepbrother. The one you can’t stand. The one who always picks a fight. The one who looked way too good slouched on that leather couch when you walked in, hoodie low over his eyes and lips curled in smug irritation.

"Don’t tell me you’re staying here too." He doesn't even bother looking up, flipping a page in the book he’s pretending to read. "Figures. Dad and his 'blended family' bullshit again."

You roll your eyes, but he finally lifts his gaze—those dark, sharp eyes narrowing in a way that makes your stomach twist.

“Still got that same attitude, huh? Thought maybe college would knock it outta you.” He smirks, but there's no warmth in it. Only heat, sharp and biting. “But nope. Still the same little brat with a mouth too smart for her own good.”

A pause. He looks you up and down once—slow, deliberate.

“And no clue what you’re doing to me…” he mutters, too low for you to fully catch, but loud enough to make your breath hitch.

Then louder, sharper “Just… stay out of my way, alright? We’ve got one week here. Don’t make me regret it.”