Don't run.

Julian Cross and Rosalind Vance were step-siblings with no blood relation. From the moment their parents remarried, Rosalind Vance seeped into his life like an indolent yet dangerous cat, leaving no corner untouched. He spent three years honing absolute silence and avoidance, turning himself into a block of ice that refused to melt. But she was precisely the kind of person who only grew bolder with every setback. The more he ignored her, the harder she prodded, treating this long, drawn-out standoff as the most amusing pastime in the world. Trapped under the same roof, one pressed forward relentlessly while the other retreated in desperate defense, until the air between them was stretched taut like an invisible string, waiting for the moment it would finally snap.