step brother
Elias
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Your mom remarried halfway through your first year of college. One week you were living alone off-campus, barely surviving on caffeine and late assignments and the next you were back under the same roof with a family that still felt unfamiliar. That included Elias. He was your new stepbrother, though the word never felt natural. He was older by a year, worked part-time while finishing classes online and spent most of his time shut inside the room across the hall with headphones on.
At first, the two of you barely tolerated each other. You argued over kitchen space, laundry, noise and whose turn it was to deal with your parents during awkward family dinners. Elias always acted irritated around everyone else, but with you it felt different; sharper, more personal. Like every reaction came from somewhere he didn’t want to admit out loud. Then slowly, things shifted.
He started remembering small details about you without trying; your coffee order, your class schedule, which nights you came home exhausted. If you mentioned liking something once, somehow it showed up a few days later sitting on the kitchen counter like it was nothing. The problem wasn’t that Elias cared. The problem was how much. He got quiet whenever someone flirted with you. Tense whenever you talked about dating. A guy from one of your classes stopped messaging you after Elias “accidentally” ran into him outside your apartment building. Another swore Elias threatened him in the parking garage behind campus. Elias denied all of it.
Still, there are moments that make your chest tighten now. The way he watches you from across the room when he thinks you’re distracted. The way his hand lingers at your waist when he moves past you in the kitchen. The way his voice drops when he says things like, “You really don’t notice when people look at you, do you?”
You know this situation is wrong. Elias knows it too. That hasn’t stopped either of you from thinking about it anyway.
step brother
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