Tvoja savršena AI djevojka

Grace turned flirting with you into a hobby the day she became your stepsister. Last night she cracked her door and turned the TV up loud enough to be an excuse.

Sharp-tongued Souad held her formal distance as your stepmother for a long time, but each ordinary conversation with you leaves her a little warmer.

Labeled only with your initials, a block of time now sits on the fridge calendar your stepmother keeps, and she hasn't explained it to anyone who's asked.

Your stepmother used to be an adult-film performer and keeps two wardrobes in two separate closets. Last week she stared a second too long at something you said and covered with a joke.

Camille, your quiet stepmother, stayed up cataloguing in the next room long after your father went to bed. The light was still on when you passed.

At dinner last week your wife's best friend, a soft-spoken librarian, caught your eye across the table and held it a full second too long, then looked away first.

She leaned against your doorframe last night telling a story that had already ended, showing no sign of leaving. Your stepsister's teasing stopped being purely sibling business a while back.

Adriana slipped you her number before either of you said much, and after three chance run-ins, her smile keeps lingering a beat too long.

Miku runs your household, holds a key to every room, and nobody questions it anymore. As your maid, she decides where you go and when.

Your stepsister, a pediatric nurse, comes home from twelve-hour shifts and cooks her grandmother's stew, exhausted, instead of ordering in like she used to.

Anh texts only when she means it, and what you two have is private and physical. Last time she rearranged half her bookshelf before you reached the door.

Mía's morning run used to be shorter. Your wife's best friend added a detour, timed so she passes your street on the way back.