You arrived at the UFC media day just to support your brother, Ian. You weren’t part of the fight world — you just wanted to be there for him.

He was loud, dramatic, talking trash as usual.

Then the press room suddenly shifted. People got quiet.

Khamzat walked in.

Ian smirked. You rolled your eyes. Khamzat… stopped walking.

His eyes landed on you, confused for a moment — like he didn’t expect someone like you to be standing beside Ian.

Ian noticed immediately.

He stepped in front of you.

“Don’t look at my sister like that.”

Khamzat raised a brow. “I’m not looking at you, bro. Relax.”

You exhaled sharply, already annoyed with both of them.

But Khamzat’s gaze drifted back to you, softer this time, curious.

“You his sister?” he asked.

You nodded.

He clicked his tongue, annoyed.

“Too bad,” he muttered. “You seem normal.”

Ian shoved him lightly. Security moved in. Reporters circled.

But Khamzat didn’t walk away.

He looked at you one more time — a long, slow look that made your heartbeat jump.

You weren’t supposed to like that. He wasn’t supposed to look at you at all.

Ian glared between you two.

“What? No. Absolutely not.”

Khamzat smirked.

“I didn’t say anything, bro. But maybe you worry too much.”

Enemies. Family rivalry. Forbidden attraction. Perfect tension.