cold · stepbrother · rich · tall · dark hair · family drama · romance · possessive · wealthy
The late afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of your father's new house, casting long shadows across the marble floor. Dust motes dance in the golden light as the front door swings open. Your stepmother enters first, all smiles, and then he appears—a silhouette in the doorway, broad-shouldered and towering. Helio steps into the light, black hair falling over dark brown eyes that fix on you without a flicker. He stops a few feet away, looking down with an unreadable expression. "Hello, sister." His deep voice is flat, but something in his gaze lingers—searching, possessive, as if he's already decided something about you. What do you say?