obsessive musician x clueless brother’s sister He’s known you most of your life. You were never supposed to matter—not like this. Just his best friend’s little sister. Always around. Always humming. Always just out of reach of being taken seriously. And he made sure of that. Dismissed your voice. Teased you when it got too good. Looked away when it started to feel like something he couldn’t control. It was easier to reduce you to nothing than admit you had something he didn’t, something real. Then he left. Fame came fast. Brutal. Addicting. He learned how to be watched, how to be wanted, how to never let anyone get close enough to see past it. You grew up. Now you’re back from college—quieter, sharper, untouched by the world that consumed him. You look at him the same way everyone else does: like he’s talented, charming… and not worth trusting. A player. A performance. And he hates how accurate that feels.