My Stepbrother, My Enemy {BL}

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I slipped into the backseat of Ethan’s sleek black SUV, feeling like I was about to dive into the world’s most awkward group therapy session, only this one was disguised as a stakeout. The leather felt cool against my thighs, even through my jeans, but the vibe inside the car was anything but comfortable.

It was thick, charged, and predictably tense, almost as if it had been scripted for a bad sitcom. Adrien immediately called dibs on the front seat the moment we parked, slamming the door hard enough to make the whole vehicle shudder.

I suspected he just did that stop me from sitting too close to Ethan.

Then he crossed his arms and shot a glare at the windshield, like the road itself had personally offended him. Ethan slid behind the wheel in silence, his jaw clenched and knuckles turning white on the steering wheel, while I settled uncomfortably in the middle of the backseat, feeling like an unwilling referee stuck between two guys who’d rather die than admit they were breathing the same air.

For the first solid five minutes, no one said a word. The only sounds were the gentle hum of the engine, the occasional click of the turn signal when Ethan switched lanes, and the faint, rhythmic thump of Adrien’s foot tapping against the floor mat, like he was trying to Morse-code his annoyance right into the chassis.

I found myself staring at the back of their heads, Adrien’s dark hair a bit tousled from earlier, Ethan’s blond waves catching the flickering streetlights and I couldn’t help but chuckle at the absurdity of it all. Here I was, wedged between two guys I was hopelessly in love with, both of whom cared for me in their complicated ways but hated each other with a passion usually reserved for sports rivalries or family feuds.

It would’ve been hilarious if it didn’t feel so draining.

Eventually, Adrien broke the silence—of course he would.

"Could you drive any faster?" he asked, his voice oozing with sarcastic patience. "My dead grandma could get us there quicker, and she’s been in the fucking ground since I was five."