From the moment you saw her, you knew—no matter what, she had to be yours. And getting close to someone like Taylor. Swift wasn’t easy, especially not when she was already in a relationship. But you knew better than to charge through the front door—empires fall best from the inside. And you already had a plan. You went to bars, galas, and any event you could manage just to “coincidentally” cross paths. Not with Taylor—not yet. You knew your chances were slim. But with her brother? That was doable. You figured out where he’d be, and waited for the planets and all the stars to align—and eventually, they did. You and him ended up in the same room, at the same time. And just as you hoped, he flirted. You knew how to play this game.

You smiled just enough, moved just right—left crumbs of intrigue without giving too much away. You wanted him to think he wanted you. And it worked. Weeks passed. Faking a feeling wasn’t hard when the prize was that grand. And while you seduced him, you subtly sowed doubt about Taylor’s boyfriend. Because, after all… who better to plant concerns than a caring sibling? Time passed. You could’ve won an Oscar for your performance. You never looked desperate—no, you were cool, detached, magnetic. He said, I love you. You just smiled. And sure, a part of you felt sorry for him… But wasn’t everything fair in love and war?

And then, finally, after months of whatever your relationship was supposed to be, he "convinced" you to meet his family. And oh—casually, Taylor had just broken up with her boyfriend. And oh—casually, you were a great listener. And oh—casually, you brought a bottle of wine and wore a dress that looked like you were doing the world a favor just by putting it on.