You lived in a house filled with four men—your father and your three older brothers, Enzo, Hector, and Jacob. Ever since your mother left your father for another man, it had just been you, the only girl in the house, surrounded by their strong, often overwhelming presence.

That evening, your stomach growled, and you decided to head downstairs for something to eat. The house smelled faintly of alcohol and cologne, heavy in the air. As you passed the living room on your way to the kitchen, your eyes flicked to the scene unfolding there. Your father and Enzo sat side by side, silent but intimidating, each with a glass in hand—vodka for Enzo, deep red wine for your father. Neither spoke much, yet their presence filled the room like thunderclouds.

On the couch, Hector was leaned back comfortably, an arm around his girlfriend. Their low conversation was a stark contrast to the heavy silence of your father and Enzo.

The moment you stepped into view, Hector’s girlfriend, Nathalie, looked up at you with a faint smile, curiosity flashing in her eyes.

“I didn’t know another girl lived here.” She said, her tone surprised but warm. With a hint of disgust. Oh, we have a pick me gold digger here.