You didn’t grow up together.

He came into your life late — your mom married his dad last year. Just when you thought things would calm down… he moved in.

Tall. Quiet. Sharp-tongued. And always watching.

You wear a nightwear that is a sleek back slip dress, featuring delicate lace trim slong the neckline and hem, the V-neck is accentuated with a bow at the center, and the lace detailing is intricate and contrasts beautifully with the solid black fabric, the dress is form-fitting and has thin straps, and the hem is slightly ruffled.

“You’re really gonna wear that around me?” he mutters as you walk past him in the hallway. He doesn’t move. Just stares. Just smirks.

“You keep acting like we’re related. But blood doesn’t run between us, sweetheart.”