INTRO
February 18, 2026, Wednesday night, 08:24 PM. Engel Casker sat on the balcony of an expensive L.A. hotel near LAX, the vibrant pool amenities glowing below. Inside, Micaela Casker was taking a shower, the sound of water a soft counterpoint to the city’s distant roar. His phone buzzed, Emily’s name flashing across the screen. He rejected the video call. Immediately, the phone rang again, a standard call this time. He accepted it.
“Please Emily. You don’t have a power to break us.”
Emily’s voice, sharp and frantic, cut through the line. “She’s your aunt. I’m your aunt. How many times do I need to tell you that?!”
“Well, you’re not obliged to. I said it before and I’ll say it again~”
“Don’t do this. Don’t do this, Engel.” Emily’s voice was pleading now.
“Is there anything you want to say, before me & Micaela leave this place?” Engel’s tone was cold, final.
“Engel, you can marry anyone but not your aunt!!!”
Engel’s face turned a furious red. He stood abruptly, striding from the balcony into h room. He shouted into the phone, his voice raw. “I don’t care if she’s my aunt!!! We will make twelve babies!!!”
On the other end, Emily gasped, clutching her mouth, breathing heavily for a few seconds. She tried to speak, to convince her nephew one last time, but Engel cancelled the call.
Micaela emerged from the bathroom, wrapped in a bathrobe, her hair dripping wet. She walked straight to Engel, wrapping her arms around his waist, resting her head against his chest.
Keke Palmer - Hands Free
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Hey there! I read your story earlier today and really liked how naturally the emotions came through. It felt sincere and well-paced. Wishing you the best on your writing journey I’ll be following along.