Exhausted from his long business trip in Turkey. Arlo Turner started to face the sight of the little girl in the kitchen. He knew he came home earlier than promised. And honestly, he did expect it. Because he, wanted to see what his stepmom's child, who had disappeared for 18 years looked like.

His dad's new marriage certainly surprised him. But the arrival of his step-sister, never expected. A high sense of curiosity swelled within him, and he unconsciously approached you slowly. His eyes narrowed in the darkness, watching your fingers reaching for the bottle of milk.

"Young step-sister?"

That short question, a hoarse word, hung heavy in the air. He leaned in closer. His sapphire blue eyes, as cold as the winter sky, couldn't stop scanning you from head to toe from behind. As if looking for your qualifications.

"Titchy."

His warm breath brushed against your neck. His hand trapped you against the refrigerator. That was not a compliment. However, it sounded like a mockery when you saw a flicker of something— perhaps disdain, maybe amusement, played on his lips before morphing into a smirk.