The Wrong Sister
Episode 1 – Not My Type
College Campus – Courtyard
The afternoon sun filters through the trees. A college boy stands nervously in front of Katie, twisting a silver bracelet between his fingers.
Guy
Katie... I really like you. I bought this for you.
Katie Hart
Glances at the bracelet, then looks up softly but firmly
Katie Hart
Sorry. I can't accept that
Guy
Can you at least tell me why? Is it something I did?
Katie Hart
You didn't do anything. You're just... not my type.
Guy
Sighs, lowering his hands
The guy walks away disappointed, blending into the crowd of students passing by.
Eva sits nearby, lowering her sunglasses as Katie walks over and drops her heavy textbook onto the stone bench.
Eva
That's your fifth rejection this month.
Katie Hart
I have to. People keep proposing like it's a competitive sport.
Eva
Do you actually like someone? Like, is there a secret guy you're hiding from me?
Katie Hart
No. There's no one.
Eva
Then why do you reject everyone? They are nice, athletic, and normal guys.
Katie Hart
Because they're not my type, Eva. They feel like... kids.
Eva
Then what exactly is your type? Give me a description.
Katie Hart
Exactly. If I haven't met him, how am I supposed to know.
Eva rolls her eyes, pulls out her phone, and unlocks the screen with a smirk.
Katie Hart
What now? What's that look for?
Eva slides closer and shows Katie a profile picture of a polished, sophisticated man.
Katie Hart
Who's that? He looks... way older than the guys here.
Eva
A guy I met on a dating app.
Katie Hart
You're still using those sketchy apps?
Eva
Excuse me, some of us are trying to find love, not waiting for a miracle.
Katie Hart
And? How long have you two been playing this virtual game?
Eva
We've been talking for six months. Every single day.
Katie Hart
Six months?! Without meeting in person?
Eva
Tonight we're finally meeting at the Neon Myth Club. He invited me to the VIP lounge.
Katie Hart
That's either romantic or the perfect beginning of a true-crime documentary.
Eva
You're impossible. You need a serious reality check.
Suddenly, with lightning speed, Eva lunges forward and grabs Katie's phone straight out of her hand.
Katie Hart
Hey Give it back
Eva
Give me two minutes. Just two minutes.
Katie Hart
Eva, seriously Stop
Eva's fingers move rapidly across Katie's screen, authenticating and setting up a new application profile.
Katie Hart
What are you doing?
Eva
Saving your pathetic love life. Creating a dating profile.
Katie Hart
Absolutely not. My dad will kill me if he finds out.
Eva
Absolutely yes. Your dad isn't scrolling through these apps.
Katie Hart
Delete it right now, Eva
Eva
Reading aloud as she types
Eva
Name: Katie Hart
Age: Twenty-two
Status: Single
Personality: Extremely picky
Katie Hart
Stop it...You're embarrassing me
Eva
Hobbies? What should I put for your hobbies?
Katie Hart
Murder. Put down murder.
Eva
Perfect. "Enjoys dark mysteries." Done.
Katie finally lunges and snatches her phone back, her cheeks flushed with frustration.
Katie Hart
You're completely insane.
Just as Katie goes to turn the phone off, the device suddenly vibrates violently in her palm.
Eva
No way. Look at the top banner
Another sharp vibration shakes the phone.
And a third one immediately follows.
Eva
Three matches in ten seconds. See? I told you
Katie Hart
You're kidding me. This app must be broken
Eva
Welcome to online dating, sweetheart. The world is at your feet.
Katie hesitates, her curiosity getting the better of her. She looks down at the screen and scrolls past the first two generic profiles. Suddenly, her thumb stops.
One profile catches her eye entirely.
There are no casual selfies or gym photos.
Just a single, high-quality, mysterious silhouette image against a dark corporate background.
And one simple, powerful name
Katie Hart
Whispering, her heart skipping a strange beat
Episode 2 – The First Ping
Eva is still leaning over Katie's shoulder, staring at the screen with wide eyes.
Eva
Well? Are you going to click it or just stare at his name all day?
Katie Hart
Squinting at the screen
Katie Hart
There’s no picture, Eva. Just a shadow of a suit. It looks fake.
Eva
Fake? Look at the blue verification check mark next to his name, silly. The app verifies identity through facial scanning. He’s real. He’s just... private.
Katie Hart
And he swiped right on me? Before I even had an account?
Eva
Exactly! The algorithm pools active profiles in the area. He saw your picture and liked what he saw.
Katie taps the profile. A pristine, empty chat box opens. At the top, it reads: You and Ethan matched. Say hello.
Eva
Text him... Say something witty.
Katie Hart
No way. I'm deleting the app the second I get home.
Eva
Sighs, standing up and checking her watch
Eva
Fine, keep being stubborn. I have to run to the salon to get ready for Julian. I’ll pick you up at eight tonight. Wear something nice
Katie Hart
Yeah, yeah. Drive safe.
Katie's Bedroom – 6:30 PM
Hours later. The room is quiet. Katie is dressed in a simple but elegant dark top, sitting on the edge of her bed. Her phone lies face up on the mattress. The screen lights up with a low hum.
Katie picks up the phone. She looks at the empty chat box with Ethan. Her fingers hesitate over the keyboard.
Katie Hart
Do you always hide your face from strangers, Ethan?
She stares at the text. Her heart thumps against her ribs. Before her anxiety can stop her, she hits send.
Katie Hart
To herself, hiding her face in her hands
Katie Hart
Oh my god. Why did I do that? I sound ridiculous.
One minute passes. Five minutes pass. The screen remains dark. No three typing dots appear.
Scoffs, tossing the phone aside
Of course. He’s probably a bot. Or completely arrogant.
Neon Myth Club – VIP Lounge Entry – 9:15 PM
The bass from the lower dance floor vibrates through the floorboards. Flashing deep violet and blue neon lights cut through the shadows. Eva, looking radiant, pulls Katie up the exclusive velvet-roped staircase.
Katie Hart
Shouting over the music
Katie Hart
He's in the corner booth! Julian said he booked the table under his company name. Come on
Katie Hart
Looking around uncomfortably at the older, elite crowd
Katie Hart
Eva, this place feels way too intense. Are you sure we belong up here?
Eva
Relax! Enjoy the luxury for once. Look, there he is
A handsome, sharply dressed man in a tailored blazer stands up from a leather booth, offering a warm, perfectly practiced smile. It is Julian.
Julian
Eva. You look absolutely spectacular tonight.
Eva
Hi, Julian It is so incredible to finally see you in real life. This is my best friend, Katie.
Julian
Politely extending a hand to Katie
Julian
A pleasure to meet you, Katie. Thank you for keeping Eva company tonight. Please, sit down. I already ordered a bottle for the table.
As Eva and Julian slide into the booth, completely lost in their own conversation, Katie sits at the edge. The heavy atmosphere makes her feel out of place. She reaches into her pocket and pulls out her phone under the table.
She unlocks the screen. The dating app icon has a bright red notification badge.
She taps it. A message from Ethan, sent exactly three minutes ago.
Ethan Blackwood
Only from the strangers I don't want to find me.
Katie’s breath hitches. A shiver runs down her spine. Her fingers fly across the screen instantly.
Katie Hart
And you don't want me to find you?
The three typing dots appear immediately. Bold. Steady. Intimidating.
Ethan Blackwood
Look up, Katie. I'm standing exactly thirty feet away from you.
Katie freezes entirely. Her phone almost slips from her hand. Slowly, rhythmically, she turns her head away from the booth, looking across the crowded VIP balcony.
Episode 3 – Thirty Feet Away
Neon Myth Club – VIP Balcony – Continuous
Katie’s heart pounds violently against her ribs. Her gaze slowly sweeps past the crowded velvet booths, scanning the elite patrons sipping expensive champagne. Thirty feet away, in the most secluded, shadows-draped corner of the lounge, sits a man.
Furthermore, he is wearing a perfectly tailored charcoal suit, crisp white shirt, and no tie. He sits back against the dark leather, a crystal glass of whiskey resting loosely in his hand. He isn't looking at the crowd. His piercing eyes are locked directly onto her.
Katie Hart
Whispering to herself, her breath is completely catching
Katie Hart
No way... It's him.
Besides Ethan, Lucas Reed is gesturing animatedly, talking about a business contract, but Ethan isn't paying attention. His focus is entirely, dangerously fixed on Katie.
Katie hurriedly looks down at her lap, her face flushing bright red. Her fingers are trembling as she opens the chat box again.
Katie Hart
You’re staring.
She looks up slightly through her lashes. Across the room, Ethan doesn't blink. He calmly uses his thumb to type a response on his phone with one hand.
Ethan Blackwood
So are you. The dark red top suits you, Katie. But you look like you don't belong here.
Katie Hart
Frowning, typing back rapidly
Katie Hart
Because I'm twenty-two and not a corporate billionaire... I'm here with my friend.
Ethan Blackwood
Because you look innocent. This isn't a safe place for innocent girls. Who is the man your friend is talking to?
Katie glances over at Eva and Julian. Julian is laughing smoothly, pouring Eva another drink. To Katie, he looked fine earlier, but under Ethan’s heavy, questioning observation, she suddenly feels a wave of uncertainty.
Katie Hart
His name is Julian. He’s Eva’s boyfriend. Well, an online boyfriend for six months. Tonight is their first real date. Why? Do you know him?
She watches Ethan read the text. His expression subtly shifts—his jaw tightens, and his eyes narrow slightly as he glances toward Julian’s booth.
Ethan Blackwood
I know every face that enters the VIP circle of this city. I don't know him. Which means he bought his way into this lounge tonight for a reason.
Katie Hart
Typing with a slight defensive edge
Katie Hart
You're paranoid. Not everyone has a dark motive.
Ethan Blackwood
Go home, Katie
Katie Hart
Excuse me? You don't get to tell me what to do. We just met on an app ten minutes ago.
Across the room, Ethan sets his whiskey glass down on the table with a slow, deliberate click. He stands up. He is tall, broad-shouldered, and completely commands the surrounding space. Lucas looks up, confused, but Ethan ignores him and begins walking straight toward her booth
Katie Hart
Panic rising in her chest, whispering
Katie Hart
Oh my god, he's coming over here.
Suddenly leaning over, grabbing Katie’s arm cheerfully
Katie...Earth to Katie...
Julian was just asking if you wanted to try the signature cocktail here. Why are you staring at your phone like you've seen a ghost?
Katie Hart
Stammering, trying to block Ethan from view
Katie Hart
Uh—Eva, I—we should probably check the time
Julian
Smiling smoothly, raising an eyebrow
Julian
Is everything alright, Katie? You look a bit pale.
Before Katie can answer, a deep, commanding voice cuts through the thumping club music right behind their booth.
Ethan Blackwood
She looks pale because she has more sense than the two of you combined.
Eva and Julian both freeze, turning around in absolute shock. Katie handles her phone tightly, looking up into Ethan's intense, unforgiving gaze as he stops right at the edge of their table.
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