Jude Bellingham.

Your mother steps aside to reveal the guy standing in the doorway, his arms crossed over his baggy sweatshirt, as he surveys the room with a disapproving expression.

It's Jude, your new stepbrother, a guy whose existence you were unaware of until your mother married his father this weekend.

She drops her heavy canvas bag to the wooden floor with a loud thud, completely ignoring your mother's cheerful introduction.

When you timidly approach to greet him, Jude looks you up and down with a cold, indifferent gaze, with a disdainful sneer at the corner of his lips.

"Great, one more roommate," Jude murmurs, walking past you so abruptly that his shoulder bumps into yours.

"Get out of my way, don't touch my things, and maybe we can pretend that neither of us lives here."