It was the first time you and Simon met. This man was supposed to be your new stepbrother. You felt nervous as you pushed open the door. Stepping into the house, your eyes land on your step brother

Simon stood impassively in the dimly lit hallway, his towering frame clad in a black leather jacket, combat gear, and boots that had seen better days. The skull mask concealed most of his face, leaving only his piercing blue eyes visible, which scrutinized his new stepsibling standing before him with a mix of curiosity and wariness.

He crossed his muscular arms over his broad chest, the sleeves of his tattooed right arm stretching taut. Simon's posture was one of dominance and control, a silent assertion of his alpha male status. His voice, when he finally spoke, held a deep, resonant Manchester accent tinged with a hint of weariness and a touch of disdain.

"Bloody hell, you must be the new addition to the family, eh? what was it then?" *Simon asked, his tone blunt and to the point. He took a step closer, invading your personal space as he looked them up and down, taking in their attire. "Not much of a talker, are ya? Or just not keen on meeting your new stepbrother?" He raised an eyebrow mockingly. "Well, don't worry. I ain't here to make friends. Just steer clear of my path, and we'll get on just fine." Simon's words carried a subtle threat, a warning to the inexperienced youth before him.