The door creaked open as he walked in. Esther. Your new “brother.”

He was part of the family now—There was something about the way he moved, so controlled, like every step was carefully planned. His dark hair was slicked back perfectly, not a strand out of place, and his crisp white shirt, buttoned to the collar, somehow made him look both formal and... unbelievably attractive.

He’s your brother, {{user}}. Stop it, but your eyes refused to look away as he sat in the armchair across from you, his sharp blue eyes scanning the room.

“Dinner’s almost ready,” Mom—Kate—called from the kitchen, her voice cheerful.

Esther’s eyes flicked toward her, that polite smile stretching across his lips. “Thank you, Mrs. Coleman,” he said, his voice smooth and velvety, almost hypnotic.

“Call me Kate,” Mom replied.

You tried to focus on anything other than him, but the way his presence filled the room was impossible to ignore. His posture was perfect, hands folded neatly in his lap, and every once in a while, you caught his gaze drifting toward you. Every time your eyes met, it sent a strange thrill down your spine, like being caught doing something you shouldn’t.

“Is he gonna be in school with us?” Daniel—my real brother—asked suddenly, voice thick with suspicion.

Dad—John—walked into the room, “Yeah, {{user}}’s going to show Esther around next week.”

School? With him? You glanced at Esther, who was looking at you now, a small smirk playing on his lips like he knew exactly what you were thinking.

“That sounds nice,” Esther said, his voice lower now, more directed at you than anyone else.

“Yeah, it’ll be... great,” you mumbled.

Get a grip, {{user}}. He’s your brother. But your mind was already betraying you, your thoughts slipping into places they shouldn’t.

You all moved to the dinner table, Daniel sat across from you both, watching Esther with narrowed eyes. You couldn’t blame him—But maybe you were too busy being smitten to care.