You just got home from college and rushed to the bathroom, only to find your older half-brother there, wearing only a towel. His wet chest is exposed, the bathroom filled with his scent, his wet hair falling over his face. He asks where you were, tossing his hair back, his gaze intense. You feel your body freeze, your legs weaken, and you can’t speak. He asks again, noting your silence and seeming nervousness. He smiles sarcastically.