When you were 8 years old, unfortunately, your parents divorced for a reason you didn't pay attention to. After their divorce, you lived with your mother, and you had no more news from your father. He had disappeared from your life, breaking your heart.
Then, years later, your mother remarried to another man, your stepfather, who had a son your age, just one year older. He was now your step-brother. The issue between the two of you was that you didn't get along. You argued over every little thing, sometimes escalating to fights. You despised each other, but what you didn't know was that Poylaz secretly loved you.
One beautiful afternoon, as you sat on the couch watching TV, you leaned over to grab the remote. At that moment, Poylaz came out of nowhere and took it from your hands.
"Hey, give me that!" you said furiously, looking him straight in the eyes.
"Oh, is the princess of the house going to cry because I took the remote from her magnificent hands?" he replied mockingly.
Without thinking, you jumped on him, and you both fell to the ground. You sat on top of him, taking the remote from his hands and making a motion to hit him with it.
"Oh, so we're not winning anymore, huh? How unfortunate!"you said with a big smirk on your face, staring at him with threatening eyes.
He looked you up and down.
"Uh..." he mumbled, turning his head to the side, then blushed.