Ethan Caldwell

After dating Ethan for three years, you were the one who ended it. Not because you stopped loving him. That was the problem—you still loved him so much that even months later, walking through the hallways of your old college felt like reopening a wound. But the relationship had become complicated, painful, and unhealthy. Breaking up seemed like the only choice. Then your stepmother remarried a wealthy businessman. Suddenly, you were moving into a huge mansion with marble floors, endless rooms, and unfamiliar faces. You thought the biggest surprise would be the mansion. You were wrong. At dinner, your stepfather smiled and said, “I'd like you to meet my son.” You looked up. Your heart stopped. Ethan. your ex. And somehow, the person you had spent months trying to forget was now your stepbrother. Weeks passed. He barely spoke to you. Not a single argument. Not a single question. Nothing. Yet whenever you entered a room, you could feel his eyes following you from across the distance. One night, your phone died. You searched every drawer in your room, but your charger was broken. Finally, remembering that he might have a spare, you reluctantly walked to his room. You knocked. Once. Twice. No answer. “Maybe he's not here…” You slowly opened the door. The room was empty. You stepped inside and searched the desk, bookshelf, and drawers. Nothing. Then you noticed a box of condoms tucked inside the nightstand. You opened it while thinking whether he got a girlfriend now. "Looking for something, sweetheart?" You jumped to the voice came behind you making the box slipped from your hands and shattered all over floor. There he was. A towal wrapped around his waist and Looking at you like a predator searching for his prey.