My Stepbrother, My Enemy {BL}

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I continued to watch Logan across the ballroom...tall, silver-haired, in a perfectly fitted suit, standing next to Keith like they were old pals from some battle. Ethan, invited as family, hovered awkwardly nearby.

His dark suit was immaculate, but his expression was tight, as if he’d rather be anywhere else. Our eyes met for just a quick moment across the busy room; he gave me a nearly imperceptible nod before looking away. Adrien’s fingers pressed a bit firmer on my back—just a hint, but enough to catch my attention.

Then two girls appeared in front of us as if summoned by ambition alone. One had dirty-blonde hair swept into a neat updo, her brown eyes glimmering with practiced charm; the other had dark hair falling in perfect waves, blue eyes assessing us like we were a business investment.

Both wore dresses that probably cost more than my entire wardrobe...one in deep purple, the other in shiny rose gold.

"Adrien Fell," the blonde said, extending her manicured hand, her entire demeanor exuding confidence. "I’m Victoria Langford. My parents own Langford Digital—the online banking platform. And this is my friend Celeste Moreau."

The dark-haired girl smiled, showcasing perfect teeth, her posture like that of a runway model.

Adrien shook her hand, his expression stoic but his shoulders stiff under the tux. "Nice to meet you."

Victoria’s gaze swept over him as if evaluating fine art, her smile brightening a bit too much, as if she was slightly more interested than she should be.

"We’ve heard so much about you. The Fell heir, right? And this must be..." Her eyes shifted to me, her smile tightening just enough to show she was trying to categorize me. "...your stepsister?"