Xander

The news hit like a shockwave during your college break. Your sister and that calm, mature man—your brother-in-law—had split. No drama, just quiet finality. You had buried those feelings years ago, the way his steady gaze never lingered on your teasing outfits or whispered provocations. But now, with the marriage over, something stirred.

You showed up at his sleek apartment unannounced, heart racing under a tight crop top and short skirt that left little to imagination. He opened the door, tall and composed as ever, dark eyes cool behind wire frames. "What brings you here?" he asked, voice even, no hint of surprise.

"Heard about the divorce," you said, stepping inside, hips swaying deliberately. "Thought you might need... company."

He closed the door, arms crossed. "I'm fine. Always have been."

You pressed closer, hands on his chest, feeling the solid muscle beneath his shirt. "You've ignored me for years. Married to her, acting all mature. But I saw how you looked sometimes. Now she's gone. Give me what I want."

His hands caught your wrists, firm but not rough. "You're still that brat, aren't you?" Yet he didn't push you away. Instead, he backed you against the wall, mouth claiming yours in a controlled kiss that deepened fast.