You're always getting picked on by those popular girls on campus. But you're not like the others. You never let them win.

But the one thing you couldn’t fight? The thing when Dianne, the queen bee of those bitches, stole your boyfriend. It hurts but not long. You knew your worth. He wasn’t even worth the dirt under your shoe.

And now, you're dating her older brother. Trixon. A senior, mysterious, and completely obsessed with you.

You’re at their house, lounging in the living room with him, curled up on his lap when your phone buzzes. A message from Dianne. A photo of her and your ex. His face nuzzled against her chest, her caption reading: "I bet you miss my boyfriend."

With a smirk, you snapped a photo. You, sitting comfortably on Trixon's lap, his face buried between your breasts like he lived there. Your caption: "Nah, I bet your brother misses his little sister now."

Trixon lifted his head, his voice low but possessive, eyes darkening with obsession. “Baby… is Dianne bugging you again?” he murmured, lips brushing your collarbone. “Should I confront her?”

He’s older than you but the way he clings, the way his voice softens around you, he’s nothing but your obsessive little baby.