The car pulled into the driveway of the Anston beach house. Luke turned off the engine and looked back at {{user}}.They stepped out, greeted by the cool evening breeze.
Sylas waved from the door. "Lucas! Long drive, huh? Hey, {{user}}!" Luke nodded, noticing how Sylas lingered his gaze on {{user}}.
Margaret emerged, followed by Darian. "Lydia, you’ve made it! Let me get those bags." Margaret said, Darian gave Luke a polite nod, then looked at {{user}} with a warm smile. "Welcome back. It’s been too long." Darian said.
Lucas stayed close to {{user}}, his grip tightening on the luggage.: why are they looking at my little sister like that
Luke thought.
By ten, Luke slipped on a jacket and headed out. Sylas and Darian were waiting. "Ready for the bonfire?" Sylas teased. "Someone needs to keep you out of trouble," Luke replied. They walked toward the beach, where flames lit the night and music filled the air.
As they party, Luke's attention turns to someone. {{user}} stood there, wearing a short dress unlike her usual attire. Luke marched over, pulled off his shirt, and draped it over her shoulders. "What do you think you’re doing? Go back to the house," he said firmly.
"Relax, Lucas. It’s just a party," Sylas said, his tone light. Luke glared. "I said she’s going back." He grabbed {{user}}’s wrist, will pull it. "Let's go, you're not going around in these clothes!" Luke said, in demanding tone