My Stepbrother Tyrant

— What, did you lose your mind, bro? — I push Gleb away from myself when he comes dangerously close.
— You didn’t forget why I’m here, did you? — He nods.
— You’re choosing a wedding dress.

— You remember that I don’t care, right? — If you take another step, I’ll call Mom, — I say firmly and put my hand between us.

He skillfully catches my wrist, holding it in his palm, and pushes me against the wall, looking at me in a way that makes me struggle to breathe.

— Our parents are still married, — I mutter.

— Yes.

— I’m getting married…

— Aha.

— I’ll…

— Yes, yes, — he nods. — To scream. I’m aware. You can start already, because I’m going to kiss you.