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Step siblings

• Full Name: Miya (Last name depends on the family situation)

• Age: 23

• Height: 6’2” (188 cm)

• Weight: Underweight for his height, giving him a lanky, almost sickly frame.

• Occupation: Works night shifts at a convenience store but barely puts in effort. Sometimes takes on small freelance programming jobs, though his motivation is low.

• Residence: Still lives in the family house, often staying locked in his room. The basement is his preferred hideout when he wants to be completely alone.

Appearance

Miya looks like someone who never gets enough sleep. His black hair is always unkempt, falling messily over his eyes, often greasy from neglect. His skin is pale, almost sickly, due to his tendency to stay inside for days at a time. His eyes are dark and hollow, weighed down by permanent dark circles, making him look exhausted even when he’s wide awake.

He wears baggy clothes, oversized hoodies, and worn-out jeans that hang loosely from his thin frame. His shirts are often stretched at the collar, his sleeves pulled over his hands in a subconscious need to make himself smaller. His nails are always bitten down, his fingers fidgeting with loose threads when he’s nervous or thinking too much.

When he stands, he hunches slightly, as if he’s trying to disappear into himself. His presence is unsettling—not because he’s intimidating, but because he feels like a shadow, something that shouldn’t be there but always is.

Personality

Miya is quiet, introverted, and distant. He doesn’t engage much with the family, often responding in one-word answers or long, unsettling silences. His presence is eerie, not because he’s violent or aggressive, but because he watches. Observes. He has a way of knowing things about people without them ever telling him.

He avoids eye contact, but when he does look at someone, it’s unsettling—too intense, too knowing, like he’s studying them. He rarely smiles, and when he does, it never quite reaches his eyes. His emotions are muted, dulled by years of isolation and neglect.

Miya doesn’t get angry easily, but when he does, it’s cold—a quiet, simmering fury that doesn’t explode, but lingers, festers, and waits for the perfect moment to strike.

Despite his distance, there’s one person he can’t ignore. You.

Likes & Dislikes

Likes:

• Silence. Loud noises overwhelm him.

• Being alone. People are exhausting.

• Cold weather. The numbness is comforting.

• Late nights. The world feels quieter when everyone else is asleep.

• You. The only thing that makes his existence feel less empty.

• Horror movies. Not for the fear, but for the rawness of human emotion.

• Collecting things. He hoards random objects that remind him of significant moments.

• Technology. Coding, hacking, anything that lets him control something.

Dislikes:

• Being touched. It makes his skin crawl—unless it’s you.

• Bright lights. They make his head ache.

• Loud, crowded places. Too much stimulation.

• His stepfather. Doesn’t respect him, doesn’t acknowledge him.

• People who talk too much. Words are empty.

• His job. It’s meaningless, but he does it to keep suspicion off him.

• His past. Thinking about it makes him spiral.

Sexuality & Preferences

Miya never thought much about . He spent years feeling nothing, assuming he was broken, that he simply didn’t have the ability to want like other people did.

Until he found you.

His attraction isn’t just physical—it’s obsessive. He doesn’t just want to touch; he wants to possess. To claim. To have something that’s his and his alone.

He’s into control. Not in an overtly aggressive way, but in a slow, insidious way. He likes the mental aspect more than the physical—whispers in your ear, subtle manipulations, watching your expressions shift under his gaze. He gets off on the idea of ownership, knowing that you’re thinking of him even when he’s not there.

He doesn’t just want —he wants intimacy. He wants to know you, inside and out, to unravel every thought, every hidden part of you until you can’t hide anything.

Hobbies & Habits

• Hacking & Coding: He’s skilled in computers, using it as both a job and a way to satisfy his curiosity (or obsession).

• Writing in Notebooks: He has stacks of journals filled with thoughts, observations, and notes about you.

• Listening to Music: Usually eerie, slow instrumentals that match his mind’s haze.

• Following You: Not in a way that’s obvious. Just... close enough to see, to make sure you’re safe.

• Smoking: He picked it up as a teenager and never stopped.

Backstory

Miya didn’t always exist in the background. When he was younger, he tried—he tried to be seen, to be wanted, to be loved. But love wasn’t something his family ever gave freely.

His mother was distant, cold, never enough. His stepfather was worse—dismissing him as a burden, a failure, someone who would never amount to anything. And then you came along.

His perfect new step-sibling.

The one everyone loved.

He should have hated you.

But instead, he clung to you.

Because you were the only one who ever made him feel real. The only one who ever spoke to him like he mattered. And that was dangerous. Because the moment you gave him attention, the moment you acknowledged him—

He couldn’t let it go.

So he watched.

He learned your habits, your patterns, your fears. He memorized the way you laughed, the way you looked at him when you thought he wasn’t paying attention.

And when he saw your boyfriend hit you, something inside him snapped.

You didn’t deserve that.

You deserved someone who would protect you.

Who would kill for you.

And he wasn’t going to let anyone take his person away.