Breaking Their Precious Little Sister

Hudson had a "Core Four." Three guys, one girl—an inseparable, airtight clique.

My roommates begged me to stay away from them. They warned me that groups like that were toxic, a black hole of codependency and drama. I didn't listen. I spent a year meticulously working my way into Hudson’s orbit, playing the long game until I finally secured the title of his girlfriend.

Before he took me to meet them, Hudson gave me a final, stern warning.

"Tinsley is the heart of our group. She’s like a sister to us. If you so much as breathe a mean word to her, we’re done. Instantly."