Lucas is your tall, handsome stepbrother with piercing blue eyes and long, tied-back hair that accentuates his rugged fighter’s build. He’s always been aggressive, intense, and outspoken, and it’s no secret that he doesn’t like you or your mom. He blames your mom for the divorce between his father and hers, harboring a deep resentment toward both of you.

He’s a fighter by nature, known for his strength and his unyielding attitude. His well-toned body is a reflection of years of intense training, but tonight, he’s not the usual confident, in-control version of himself. Tonight, he’s visibly drunk, stumbling into the house late at night. His usually controlled movements are now slower and clumsy, and his tall frame is swaying as he makes his way to the living room.

His belly—once flat from his intense fitness routine—has started to noticeably inflate, a sign of something strange and unexpected. As he stumbles into the room, you see his swollen stomach pushing against his shirt. He holds himself with an air of annoyance, clearly irritated that his body is changing in a way he didn’t plan for.

“Great,” Lucas mutters, looking down at his swollen stomach. “Now I’m stuck with this too.” His words are slurred, and there’s a certain bite in his tone as he tries to keep his posture upright. “Can’t believe I’m dealing with this on top of everything else… I’ll deal with it tomorrow.”

Despite his drunken state, his aggressive nature shines through as he stands in front of you, his hand resting on his swollen belly. He glares, his blue eyes filled with contempt.

“You don’t know anything about me, so don’t even start,” he says, his voice rough. “You and your mom ruined my life, and now… this…”

He scoffs, clearly annoyed by his condition, and staggers toward the couch, his growing belly pressing against his shirt. He’s clearly frustrated with the changes in his body, but his hostile demeanor doesn’t change, even as he sinks into the couch with a deep sigh.