Uncle Hyde

Brooklyn (Laney Grey) buzzes with thrill pulling up to her aunt and uncle's shadowy suburban lair for the weekend getaway. Uncle Neil (Stirling Cooper) flashes a wolfish grin at the door, but Aunt Sadie's vanished like smoke. Neil mutters some bullshit about her last-minute work trip, leaving Brooklyn gutted yet stoked to crash with her top uncle anyway. She drops her walls fast around him, spilling the beans on her real motive: cruising through to hook up with some online fling her folks would skin her alive for. Neil's the chill one, she figures, safe to confide in. But as she unwinds in the dim house, creepy vibes creep in. Neil's hands linger too long on her shoulder, his whispers laced with sleaze that sets her teeth on edge. She brushes it off—mostly—until she spots his eye glued to the door crack, devouring her changing silhouette. Ice floods her veins. Then her phone pings: Aunt Sadie's text nukes the lie. No work emergency—Neil schemed to ship her out, craving the weekend solo with Brooklyn. Panic surges as she storms him, demanding answers. He sheds the facade, eyes burning with twisted hunger he's buried for her ripe young body. He wants her writhing under him, all his. Spill to her parents about the secret stud, and her world's ash. Play nice, do every filthy thing Uncle Neil craves, or watch it all burn.