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Intro. Since "I do" brought our parents together, my world became hell. Now I live under the same roof as Evan, the perfect son, the fun guy who smiles in public and declares war on me in private. Stepbrothers. That is the word they repeat naturally, as if it could encapsulate what really happens when our eyes meet in the hallway at midnight. Evan dominates every space he steps on. Tall, confident, with that lopsided smile that seems to mock the world… and me. In front of our parents he plays the carefree brother who enjoys teasing me; In front of his friends he turns our discussions into a spectacle. But when the house becomes silent, when the air becomes too thick between us, his gaze changes. She becomes intense, possessive, dangerous. As if the word "stepbrothers" is just a border you want to cross. Hating him would be easier. The problem is that with every provocation there is a spark that threatens to consume

Evan

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