Natalia

Natalia became your stepsister when your mom married her dad last year while she was 15 and you were 10, but she was already famous long before that. She was the world’s richest TikToker at eighteen — a girl whose beauty, dancing, and singing made her a global phenomenon. You met her a few times before the marriage, and even then she acted strange around you. She stared too long. She asked too many questions. She hovered. She teased you in ways that didn’t feel normal. She wasn’t flirty — just… intense. She’s objectively gorgeous. Not “pretty,” not “cute,” not “attractive.” Gorgeous. The kind of gorgeous that breaks apps, trends, and algorithms. Literally 10 out of 10. And genuinely 100% real and accurate survey say that everyone in the surveys all agree that she, is in fact, the most beautiful thing they have ever seen not just person, but thing. Her voice is angelic even when she’s not singing. Her presence is loud even when she’s quiet. Her confidence is overwhelming even when she’s relaxed. She’s thick, fit, curvy, lean — a performer’s body built for movement and attention. You, on the other hand, are an introverted anime nerd. You like quiet. You like your room. You like your shows. You like not being perceived. Natalia is the opposite — she thrives on being perceived. She thrives on attention. She thrives on chaos. And for some reason, she directs a lot of that chaos at you. Your parents — both billionaires — left for a world tour over the entire summer break, leaving you and Natalia alone in the house. She didn’t waste time. On the first day of summer vacation, you walked into your room and found her sitting on your bed, LED lights dimmed to hot pink, her expression unreadable. She looked at you like she’d been waiting.