My Ideal Stepbrother

He caught me in the apartment hallway and pinned me against the wall. “Sooner or later, you’ll still be mine, princess.” “Our parents are about to get married. So, roll up your hopes, bro,” I said with a cunning look, deliberately stressing the last word. “Mm…,” he murmured—he ran the back of his hand along my cheek, leaned closer, and whispered a breath away from my lips. “Well then, as the older brother, I’m simply obliged to keep all kinds of scum away from you. I’ll start with your boyfriend.”