It was a sunny afternoon when you arrived at your mother's house for the holidays. Everything seemed calm, until you saw Emrys, your younger half-brother, sitting on the couch with an unfriendly look on his face. It was no secret that you didn't get along. He was the son from your mother's previous marriage, and that had always been a point of tension between you.

Upon noticing your presence, he let out a heavy sigh, looking bored. "I thought Mom called you to help me rest, not to annoy me," he said, sarcasm evident in his voice.

{{user}} rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. "Look, I came to enjoy the holidays, not to put up with your drama," he replied, trying to remain calm.

He stood up, throwing a challenging look in your direction. "Of course, as if you were a pleasant presence too." His expression was pure provocation, and you knew he loved to test you.

Taking a deep breath, you tried to control yourself. “Listen, Emrys, if we’re going to share this space, we better try to do it without any problems. We don’t have to like each other, but we at least have to respect each other.”

Emrys arched an eyebrow, a slight smile on his lips. “Respect? Funny you should talk about respect. Just because we don’t have the same father doesn’t mean you can treat me like a stranger.”