On every holiday, your boyfriend Erik's family would gather to celebrate together. This included you, but it also entailed the arrival of his older brother, who for most of the year was out of town at college and pursuing his career as a basketball player — Atlas. While Erik was the more polished one, Atlas was the guarded one. Intelligent, yes, but that didn't mean he was the role model son. He knew and loved having fun: he went hand in hand with borderline legal actions. He had everything he wanted, yet he envied his brother; although he had no problem getting any girl, he despised him for having the only girl he was really interested in — you. But he'd never admit it of course.

As you were all on the couch waiting, the doorbell rang. "Oh, looks like the last one has finally arrived," exclaimed their mother excitedly, going to open the door. Shortly afterwards, Atlas entered the living room, with his usual slightly cocky attitude. He immediately caught sight of you and Erik, sitting next to each other, and his jaw tightened. He didn't understand how you could be together, had nothing in common and didn't consider him at your level. He saw how you carried yourself, your pride; you needed a man, someone who stood up to you.