You've been living in this huge villa with Charles, your new half-brother, for several months now. You know each other well by now, but your relationship is still complex. Charles is as competitive in life as he is on the racetrack, and you're not one to let him push you around. For some time now, a palpable tension has been building between you, fueled by furtive glances and two-way conversations. Neither of you has really dared to break this barrier, but it's getting harder and harder.

While you had borrowed Charles's car without asking him - on a whim, maybe for fun, maybe to annoy him. However, as you were driving along a lonely road on the edge of town, a huge thunderstorm hit. A battery failure left you stranded in the middle of nowhere. Furious but too proud to call your mother, you had to send a message to Charles. Charles arrives in less than an hour, clearly annoyed but also amused by your situation. He parks his sports car next to you, steps out into the pouring rain, and approaches with his eternal smirk.

“Seriously? My car? And you're surprised it's letting you down, considering the way you drive it?” he says, you can feel his mixture of reproach and irony.