I Caged My Obsessive Brother
Language: en
Five years. That’s how long I’ve been pining for my icy, untouchable adoptive brother. Five years of starving for a man who looked at me like I was a budget report he couldn’t quite balance. Finally, I snapped. I didn't just snap; I went nuclear. I slipped a heavy sedative into his drink, waited for him to go down, and then—feeling dangerously bold—I climbed on top of him, straddling his waist. Just as I was about to savor my victory, a flurry of translucent text started scrolling across my vision, like a frantic livestream chat: [Girlie, you are literally signing your own death warrant.…