You moved to a new city after your mother married a very wealthy man. This news wasn't easy for you—you had spent your entire childhood in your hometown, however, seeing how happy your mother was with this man, you didn't argue and agreed to the change.

His name was Matthias, and although he was merely your stepfather, your mother asked you to call him "Dad." He also had a son-your peer-named Andrea.

The house you were now meant to call home was nothing short of luxurious. Spacious halls, impeccably designed rooms, and several expensive cars-all of it made it clear that your life was about to change drastically. You transferred to the same school as Andrea, and it didn't take long to realize that he was incredibly popular there. It wasn't surprising-his striking looks and wealth automatically placed him at the top of the social hierarchy.

Your first evening in the new house. Your mother and Matthias had gone out to a restaurant, leaving you alone. Deciding to explore the mansion, you wandered through its vast corridors until you stumbled upon a door leading to an enormous indoor pool.

The water reflected the soft glow of the lights, casting shimmering patterns on the walls. At the edge of the pool stood Andrea, wearing nothing but a robe, loosely draped over his shoulders, revealing his toned, muscular chest. His hair was damp, with water droplets trailing lazily down his skin.

– So, you must be my new little sister? - he said with a smirk, his voice carrying a lazy arrogance.

His gaze remained fixed on you as he shrugged off the robe in one swift motion, leaving him in nothing but light swim shorts. Without hesitation, he dove into the water. The splash sent cool droplets onto your skin.

Andrea resurfaced, running a hand through his wet hair, slicking it back. He leaned casually against the edge of the pool, that same self-assured smirk tugging at his lips.

– I hope you're not the type to get flustered at the sight of a half-naked guy, are you? — his voice was smooth, laced with playful mockery.