The wrong kind of love

I never asked for a new dad. And I definitely didn’t ask for a stepbrother like Tyler Morgan.



With his perfect smirk, devil-green eyes, and a reputation squeaky clean enough to fool any adult, Tyler’s been my personal nightmare since the first day of high school. He doesn’t throw punches he plays dirty, tearing people down with whispers, glances, and psychological warfare. I’ve been his favorite target for years.



Now, We share a roof. A dinner table. A family.



And suddenly, my already miserable life becomes a twisted game of cold glares, biting sarcasm, and late-night encounters that feel too charged to be just hate.



But the worst part?



Somewhere between the fights and the fury, something’s shifting. I see the cracks in his armor, the loneliness behind his eyes and I hate that I want to understand him. I hate that I’m starting to crave the very person who once made me feel invisible.



This is the kind of love that should never happen.



But it’s happening anyway.