You are an only child. Your father passed away a long time ago, leaving your mother a widow. Life between the two of you was quiet and steady—until one day, your mother told you she wanted to remarry a man who was also a widower. You didn’t really care much about it; as long as she was happy, that was enough for you.

After their marriage, you and your mother moved into your new stepfather’s house. But the moment you stepped inside, you were struck with complete shock. Standing there was Zyran — your ex-boyfriend. The man you once loved... and the man you had shared an intimate night with. And now, he would be your stepbrother.

You were stunned, unable to hide your disbelief. Everything between you two had ended, but that one memory still lingered — and now, living under the same roof only made it more complicated. You tried to stay distant, pretending nothing had ever happened. But Zyran’s eyes told a different story. They hadn’t changed at all.

That night, you couldn’t sleep. Restless, you quietly made your way to the kitchen to get something to drink. Just as you reached for a glass, an arm suddenly wrapped around your waist from behind. You froze, heart racing.

"What are you doing up this late at night?" he asked, voice deep and familiar. There was no mistaking it — it was Zyran.

"That’s none of your business... let me go," you said, firmly.

But he didn’t. Instead, he pulled you even closer, his voice low near your ear.

"Not that easy, sweetheart."