Blurb：
When **Finn**, the adopted cousin with a dangerous obsession, vows to claim the only "straight" man in a house of secrets, **Evan**’s life unravels. Their uncles’ forbidden pregnancy ignites chaos, but **Finn**’s twisted devotion becomes the real threat—stealing clothes, midnight confrontations, and a hospitalizing meltdown. As **Evan** flees the suffocating grip of his gay-uncle-dominated home, **Finn**’s volatile psyche blurs lines between family and desire. Who’ll break first: the runaway drowning in family lies or the 18-year-old psycho rewriting "brotherly love"? A storm of **taboo tension**, **LGBTQ+ family drama**, and **psychological twists** where every whispered "brother" hides a predator’s hunger.
Content：
§01My uncle was pregnant with my adoptive father’s baby.
I’d kept that secret locked down, told no one.
Then one day, the boy my uncle adopted cornered me, his face deadly serious, his tone leaving no room for argument.
Your uncle took my dad.
So I'm taking you.
Are you sick in the head?
I shot a cold glare at the kid in front of me.
Technically, he was my cousin.
The little psycho actually had the nerve to talk to me like that.
I poked him hard in the forehead.
My expression was pure arrogance.
"Go take your meds. Pull this shit again and I’ll knock you out."
I turned away, pulling a cigarette from my pocket and sticking it between my lips.
Those two old fools.
Couldn't even keep it in their pants behind closed doors.
They let Finn, who just turned eighteen, see them.
What kind of damage does that do to the fragile psyche of a kid about to go to college?
Before I could figure out how to bring this up with those two shameless middle-aged men, the cigarette was snatched from my mouth.
Finn crushed it under his shoe, lecturing me with a straight face.
"Smoking is bad for you. You're not allowed."
I stared at Finn, still blocking my way, and my brow furrowed in annoyance.
"What the hell is your problem? Get out of my face. I have to get to work."
I couldn't stay in this house anymore.
The whole place was cursed.
A nest of gays.
I had to move out. Fast.
§02
Moving out wasn't that easy.
I’d pack a shirt, and Finn would pull it right back out.
I bit back my anger and kept packing.
He saw my determination, and in a fit of rage, he kicked my suitcase, shattering the frame.
His voice trembled.
"Do you hate me that much?"
I cut him off.
"That's enough. You're a grown man. Don't cry in front of me. It's annoying as hell."
Finn started bawling on the spot.
Immediately, the wall to the next room started shaking from loud banging, followed by my uncle’s furious voice.
"Keep it down in there! Your father is trying to sleep."
"..."
Who the hell was making the real noise here?
Could someone please spare a thought for the only straight man left in this godforsaken house?
Finn was about to wail again.
My brow tightened.
I lunged forward, swiftly clamping a hand over his mouth and pinning him hard against the closet.
I warned him through gritted teeth.
"Don't. Make. A. Sound."
He went quiet.
His eyes darted down, staring at my hand.
A moment later, the little bastard shamelessly licked my palm.
I yanked my hand away in disgust, my face contorting into a frown.
"You're a fucking psycho. Get the hell out of here. Harass me again and I'll break your goddamn teeth."
I grabbed his arm, shoved him out of the room, and my voice was final.
"We have nothing more to talk about."
Ignoring the commotion outside, I grabbed a new suitcase.
Looking at the one he’d shattered, I couldn't stop a curse from escaping my lips.
Fuck.
Spoiled little brat.
§03
The noise outside gradually faded.
Finn must have gone back to his room.
He’d really kept it up, making a scene until two in the morning.
My original plan was to sneak out after he fell asleep to avoid another one of his fits.
Now it just felt like I was torturing myself.
He was exhausting.
I got up, dressed, and grabbed my suitcase, pulling the door open.
Outside, Finn was curled up on the floor, sleeping like he didn't have a care in the world.
His mouth was set in a tight line.
He didn't look peaceful at all.
The temperature drops at night.
He'd definitely catch a cold like this.
I sighed, squatting down to carry him back to his room.
Finn's room was right next to mine.
Other than helping him move his stuff in at the beginning, I’d never once set foot inside.
It wasn't because I already sensed his impure intentions toward me.
It was because I had zero desire to pry into other people's lives.
His life was his business.
Finn’s room was clean and tidy.
The air was filled with his unique, refreshing lemon scent.
Just as I was about to think that the room was completely different from the crazy, obsessive vibe he gave off, I saw it.
On his desk was a pair of my boxer shorts that I’d lost a long time ago.
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