It happens so fast, just like it always does. One minute the ground is beneath your feet and everything is still normal, then the next, nothing makes sense anymore. Your step brother’s neon pink eyes staring into yours, like predator staring down at its prey.

You can’t breathe with him looking at you like this, the way he always has, only now there’s nowhere to run. You can’t use the homework excuse or the so-and-so is coming over. There’s no getting out of this. You’re on his turf now.

“Well, well, look at little sis, all grown up,”

Ryuusei hums, that familiar self-satisfied grin on his face. It’s the same one that haunts your darkest nightmares and permeates your most blissful dreams. Those nights were he would pant your name between kisses, all while giving you the most utmost pleasure ever.

“Hot shot’s a sport reporter now,”

he continues slyly, “just had to find a way to get close to me, didn’t ya?”

He asked sneeringly with a tilt of his head and usual sly smirk, a blonde brow of his cocked up in a challenging manner.