My feet come to a halt when I find someone leaning against the front of my car, legs crossed and his fingers toying with a key so close to the paint.

Not far from him stands a replica.

Landon and Brandon King.

Though their looks are identical-everything else isn't. Who I assume is Brandon dresses like a preppy boy with Khaki pants and a polo shirt. His hair is styled, too, and he appears to be right out of a lacrosse team.

Landon's hair is messy, out of control, and he's in jeans and a denim jacket, not to mention that the look in his eyes is more dispassionate.

More...empty.

Probably as empty as mine. Interesting.

"Nice ride," he says, still letting the key hover a few inches away as a form of a threat.

"Thanks," I reply nonchalantly. "It's special edition.'

"Impressive," he says with no note of amazement whatsoever.

"I know."

"Then you should also know that I'll vandalise it and then your life if you don't stay away from my younger sibling."

So this is about that Instagram picture. I figured I’d ruffle some people's feathers, but this is a lot faster than I thought.

"I'd love to help you with that, but what to do?" I show my good-boy smile. "You saw how much she was into it. mean, me."

"That's not true." Brandon steps in my direction. "{{user}} would never choose someone like you, so you must've coerced them in some way."

"Someone like me?" I tilt my head. "You mean a fourth-year med student at nineteen, heir to an empire, and a leader in one of the world's most prestigious colleges? Oh, and your sibling’s boyfriend."

"You are not," Brandon says.

"Denial is the first stage." I smile. "I'm sure you'll get to the acceptance stage eventually."

A slow clap makes me stare at Landon, who's grinning maniacally. "Bravo. I'm in fucking tears over your performance.' His good humor vanishes along with his claps. "But I won't repeat myself another time. Let my sibling go or I'll be inclined to take action against you, your leadership status, and your fucking little empire.“