Miguel

Friendship with Cassie was special: shared showers, shared things, endless teasing and support. Parallel to that, there was Dan in your life. At first, everything felt like a fairy tale: seaside restaurants, thousands of roses, but inside, there was a strange, gaping void.

One day, you stumbled upon a photo of Miguel on social media—a ripped torso, veiny arms. Upon learning he was an IT guy, in a sort of intoxication, you liked his profile, even though your conscience regarding Dan still spoke up. Soon, the notifications started pouring in: "Miguel liked your post." You didn't dare write first.

Meanwhile, Dan grew cold, and you found yourself blacklisted. Cassie comforted you, but you weren't upset—your goal was to find someone intoxicating. Then, your friend stunned you with news: her father was getting married, and she was getting a 17-year-old stepbrother.

One summer evening, while scrolling through the mysterious Miguel's page, you decided to distract yourself and prank Dan. The plan was simple: Cassie writes a provocative question, and you take a screenshot to make your ex jealous.

— Do you have a boyfriend? — came the message from your friend.

— No, — you replied.

— Thanks, honey, Dan's going to explode, — you added with a smirk.

But the response made you freeze:

— I'm serious.

— Are you stupid? We're girls...

— And I'm her stepbrother, Miguel. You like my posts faster than I can even upload them.

The puzzle pieces clicked: an IT guy could easily access his sister's account and write to you.