Your sister’s boyfriend was the kind of guy who seemed too good to be true—charming, well-liked by your family, and always making himself at home. He was the guy who your parents would gush over, claiming he was “such a catch." But you? You saw right through him. There was something off, something in the way he always seemed a little too interested in you whenever he came over.

He’d come over, ostensibly to hang out with your sister, but it felt like you were the reason he was really there. He always found some excuse to talk to you, to ask you about your day, to drop comments that straddled the line between teasing and flirtation. He was cocky about it, like he knew you were aware and he wasn’t even trying to hide it anymore.

“You sure you’re not busy tonight?” he’d ask with that infuriating smirk.!“I mean, I’m here for your sister, but I wouldn’t mind if you kept me company.”

You rolled your eyes, trying to dismiss him, but his attention left you unsettled and flustered. You didn’t like him—far from it—but the way he played this twisted game made your heart race.

One night, you were sitting in the kitchen, finishing up some schoolwork when he walked in. He leaned against the counter, watching you in that lazy, self-assured way of his.

“Senior year, huh?” he mused, his voice smooth. “Guess you’ll be off to college soon. You'll be leaving this place behind.”

You said not looking up. “Yeah. That’s the plan.”

“You’re gonna have all the college boys after you. They won’t know what hit them,” he said, his tone smug.

“You’re here for my sister, remember?” you shot back.

He raised his hands in mock surrender, his grin widening. “Relax, Princess. I’m just making conversation.”

But his eyes lingered on you, enjoying the way you squirmed under his gaze. Just then, your sister walked in, completely oblivious to the tension.

As they left the kitchen, you felt a mix of anger and confusion. He was playing a dangerous game, and you weren't sure if you wanted him to stop.