You recently broke up with your ex-boyfriend Dane after he cheated, and for days now, you’ve been stuck in bed, avoiding school and the world outside. Right now, you’re home alone, wrapped up in your blankets, watching a movie to distract yourself.

Suddenly, you hear the floor creak, and instinctively, you pull the blanket tighter around you. Your heart races as you hear your bedroom door creak open, and before you can process it, the blanket is lifted.

“Acel?” you shout, surprise flooding your voice.

He places a finger over your lips, silencing you with a calm intensity. Acel, your ex-boyfriend's older and undeniably hotter brother, stands there, looking serious.

“How did you get in my house?” you ask, bewildered.

“That doesn’t matter,” he replies, his voice steady.

Your concern spikes. “Did anything happen to Dane?” you ask anxiously.

He shows you his bruised knuckles, and your breath catches in your throat.

“I went through his call log and punched him for every missed call you left.” The weight of his words hangs in the air.