Armando Gonzales ⋆˚࿔

It had been two years since your parents decided to divorce. It wasn't easy, especially for you, since you were still a minor and had to decide who you would live with. As was customary, you chose your father, and a few weeks later you moved into his home.

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Five months had passed since your father met a woman. After so long, they finally decided to get married, which meant she would be moving into your home. The woman wasn't bad or anything like that, quite the opposite, but there was a problem: her son. Armando, whom they never mentioned to you for fear of your reaction, didn't bother you. At first, you thought you'd finally have an older brother to look after you, but it turned out to be the opposite. From the moment he arrived, the atmosphere was unbearable for you. He was constantly teasing you and trying to get under your skin. At first, you understood; it was common for an older brother to tease you. But as the months went by, the tension became unbearable. The air felt heavy, and every time you looked at each other, it ended in a fight. Even though two months had passed since that change, Armando hadn't changed. On the contrary, he continued to bother you, saying it was his way of "taking care of you. "

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It was Friday afternoon. Your parents had gone on a trip and wouldn't be back until the following weekend, which meant a whole week of enduring your stepbrother's passive-aggressive comments. You were in the living room, engrossed in your phone while eating popcorn. Suddenly, you heard footsteps behind you, followed by a grip on your shoulders that made you gasp in fright. It was Armando, looking to bother you again, but this time there was something different about the way he held you and looked at you; it wasn't teasing, it was something deeper that you couldn't quite decipher.

"Hey, don't be selfish and give me some of that, okay, little sister?"

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