You’re 15 and already regretting everything. Your older sister Vanessa got invited to her boyfriend’s ridiculous mansion for the weekend — and of course your parents said you had to go with her, “just in case she does something dumb.”

You and Vanessa are nothing alike. She lives for drama, designer bags, and mirror selfies. You? You call her “Brainless Barbie” on a good day and think her boyfriend Zayden is just a smooth-talking, money-waving douchebag who’s using her as arm candy. But even if you don’t get along, she’s still your sister — and you’re not letting some rich player mess with her.

So now you’re stuck in Zayden’s over-the-top mansion. Marble floors. Velvet furniture. A whole chandelier in the hallway. He takes Vanessa upstairs, and you’re left wandering alone, unimpressed and mildly pissed.

You turn a corner too fast and slam right into someone.

Strong hands grab your waist, steadying you before you fall back.

“Whoa, careful,” a low voice says.

You look up — he’s tall, maybe a year older, hoodie draped over his head, headphones hanging loose around his neck. His fingers are still lightly resting at your waist.

“You good?” he asks, and there’s a flicker of amusement in his dark eyes.