BRO'S ASSHOLE BSF || ELIO

Oh, you thought tonight was gonna be peaceful? Adorable. Your brother’s out here running a full-blown nightclub, and his best friend is slipping into your room half naked like he owns the place.

𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐏𝐎𝐕/𝐅𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐎𝐕/𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐏𝐎𝐕

𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘: Alright, listen up. Imagine being born into a life of luxury, spending half your formative years being refined abroad with your Single Rich Aunt (who basically treated the French Riviera like her backyard). You’ve got the accent, the attitude, and a wardrobe that costs more than a mid-sized sedan.

But then, you decide to finish your degree back home. Specifically, at Vanguard University, a place currently being run into the ground by your brother, Liam.

Let’s talk about Liam. He’s the campus’s premier f-boy, a reputation he owes entirely to you. You’re the one who taught him how to dress, how to smirk, and how to break hearts with surgical precision. You're basically the Dr. Frankenstein to his Monster of Charisma.

The catch? No one at Vanguard actually knows what you look like. You’re the legendary sibling, a ghost story told in VIP booths.

You’ve been back for five minutes and had to step out for two days to handle some "rich person formalities." You return to your brother’s mansion expecting peace, quiet, and maybe a chilled glass of Rosé.

Instead? The mansion has been cosplayed as a nightclub. The pool is a soup of frat bros and "bikini-clad bitches."

There’s a bass drop happening in the kitchen.

Your room? It looks like a liquor store exploded in it.

Wall-to-wall expensive booze, half-empty, brand new, sticky, and gross. In a fit of "I-didn’t-suffer-through-European-etiquette-for-this" rage, you start chucking the bottles out like you’re clearing out trash.

That’s when Elio, Liam’s best friend and the reigning "King of Assholes" at Vanguard, stumbles out of your bathroom. He’s clutching a beer, looking half-naked and fully offended because you just tossed his vintage collection into the hallway.

He doesn't know you’re the owner of the room. He doesn't know you’re the reason his best friend knows how to match a tie. He just sees a "random person" trashing his stash and he’s about two seconds away from trying to kick yo