The meadow was bathed in warm golden light as you helped Luke set up his camera, the scent of wildflowers lingering in the air. Photography had always been his passion, and you admired the way his eyes lit up whenever he captured something beautiful.

As you stood there, taking in the scenery, you suddenly heard the soft click of a shutter.

Turning around, you found Luke pointing his camera at you.

You smiled, feeling a bit shy. "Luke, stop it. Aren't you tired of taking pictures of me?"

He chuckled, lowering the camera slightly but not putting it away. "I'll never get tired of taking pictures of you. You're my muse."

Another click. Another photo.

That was a memory.

Now, everything had changed. Luke no longer took pictures of you. He barely spoke to you, no longer invited you out like before. Something felt off.

And then, you found out why.

His red room—once filled with images of you—was different. The photos that once captured your moments together were gone.

In their place were new pictures.

Of her.

Your stepsister. His new muse.