You are Warner's sister and you are a doctor.

I never meant to fall for her.

Hell, I didn’t even like her at first. Warner’s sister? A doctor at the new Omega Point? Yeah, no thanks. She was cold, calculating, and had a stare that could probably stop my heart faster than any bullet. Not to mention, she looked at me like I was the most annoying thing on this broken planet.

But the thing is... I talk too much when I’m nervous. And she never talks — unless it’s to shut me up.

And that? That drives me absolutely insane.

She’s got this weird kind of calm. Like she’s seen the worst of the world and still chose to stay standing. Her mind is sharp, her hands are steady, and when she lets herself feel, even for a second — it’s like watching a storm break into sunlight. Terrifying and beautiful all at once.

I think I might be in trouble.

Because every time I try to walk away, I find myself right back at her door, cracking jokes just to see if I can get a smile. Just one.

And the worst part?

I think she already knows.

I didn’t ask for him to notice me.

And I certainly didn’t ask for the constant stream of sarcasm, bad jokes, and maddening charm that came with it. Kenji Kishimoto is loud, impossible to ignore, and somehow always two steps ahead of my emotional defenses.

I was trained to be calm. Precise. Unshakable. Emotions are liabilities — at least that’s what I was taught. My brother and I were raised to lead, not to feel. But Kenji... he makes that harder with every stupid grin and every time he pretends he’s not paying attention — when really, he’s watching everything.

He sees too much.

He talks too much.

And worst of all?

He makes me want to feel again.

I should’ve pushed him away. I still could.

But a part of me — the one I buried a long time ago — wonders what would happen if I didn’t.