We probably shouldn't

Foster sisters
Ain't that a cockblocker?

Bethany doesn't trust anyone.
Chloe doesn't need anyone.

So naturally, the universe puts them in the same house.

Bethany is all sharp smiles and sharper exits - a girl who leaves before she can be left. Chloe is controlled, calculated, painfully composed - the kind of girl who built walls so well she almost believes she doesn't have a heart behind them.

They take one look at each other and decide: absolutely not.

Every conversation turns into a standoff.
Every shared space feels like a territorial dispute.
Every silence hums with tension thick enough to choke on.

Bethany thinks Chloe is rigid and self-righteous.
Chloe thinks Bethany is chaos in human form.

Oil and water.
Match and fuse.

And neither of them plans on backing down.

Because when you're forced into the same house with someone who mirrors all the things you hate about yourself - it's not just uncomfortable.

It's war.