The Willett Legacy

The update is finally done but I wanted to share you guys these family photos I took of them 😭 #ValGen3 #ShowUsYourSims

Did X really wait until she was gone, sneaking behind her back to sleep with her best friend? She wanted to shake them both awake and demand answers right away. But she didn’t. Instead, she pulled her gaze away, her fury simmering hot beneath her skin. She would unleash it all tomorrow. #ValGen3

Esther’s chest tightened. Heat flared in her veins, drowning out the initial shock. Anger bubbled up, sharp and raw, twisting into something she couldn’t hold back. Arms crossing tightly over her chest, she glared at the pair from the doorway. How could they? #ValGen3 #TheSims4

They weren’t just sleeping near each other. They were wrapped around one another. Val’s hand rested over his ribs, X’s arm loosely draped around her waist. They looked… comfortable. Intimate. Like this wasn’t an accident, but something that had been happening for a while. #ValGen3 #TheSims4

Esther’s breath caught in her throat. At first, she thought her eyes were playing tricks on her. Val,her best friend, in his bed? For a moment she just stood there frozen, her stomach twisting, her mind unable to process what she was seeing. But the longer she looked, the clearer it became. #ValGen3

But the moment she reached the doorway, the world stopped. Her eyes landed on the bed, on the broad frame of her brother fast asleep. That wasn’t the shock. The shock was the figure curled against him, her head resting on his chest like it belonged there. Val. #ValGen3 #TheSims4

The fight replayed in her head again and again, and the longer it lingered, the more it gnawed at her. She needed to make it right. Tonight. Determination in her stride as she headed toward his room. She would wake him if she had to—Esther didn’t care. #ValGen3 #TheSims4

Esther returned from Mt. Komorebi a day earlier than planned. The trip had been a reminder of the grief she carried each year, but her mind wasn’t on grief anymore—it was on her brother. She hated leaving things sour between them. #ValGen3 #TheSims4

“My name. X stands for Xavier.” A smile tugged at her lips. “You have a nerdy name.” And for the first time that day, the heaviness between them cracked—just enough for light to get in. #ValGen3 #TheSims4

A slow warmth spread across his face, pulling his lips into a smile so wide it looked foreign on him. She leaned into his shoulder and pressed a kiss there, and he laughed softly. “It’s Xavier,” he murmured. She tilted her head at him. “What?” #ValGen3 #TheSims4

Relief tangled with the shock in her chest. She still couldn’t process everything, but one thing she knew—she loved him. “Okay,” she said simply. His brows pulled together. “Okay? Okay what?” #ValGen3 #TheSims4

She nodded slowly. “And us? Was any of this real?” “V,” he said, voice breaking, “everything is real. More than I’d like to admit. That’s why I’m telling you this. Before we get too deep, I’m giving you an out. If this is too much, you can walk away. I won’t stop you. I won’t blame you.” #ValGen3

He gave a short nod. “Have you killed people?” His jaw flexed. “Yes. The two who killed my parents. I hunted them down and killed them. Other than that… no. If someone has to die, Victor handles it. He’s been my right hand since I was sixteen.” #ValGen3 #TheSims4

Val sat frozen, her hands twisting together in her lap. X’s voice had gone quiet, the story spilling out of him like broken glass, sharp and painful. She could still see the boy he’d been—the boy kneeling in the dark, watching his world collapse. She swallowed. “I have two questions.” #ValGen3

The one who listened to her worries and who tucked her in at night. He was brother, leader, protector, and parent, roles that crushed him, but he bore them anyway. And that was how Xavier Cheon became X, the leader of Simkuza. #ValGen3 #TheSims4

So he hardened his heart for the outside world, but at home, he played a different role. He became more than her brother. He was her father in all but name. The one who made sure she ate. The one who sat beside her, helping with her homework when she frowned at her math problems. #ValGen3 #TheSims4

She had been devastated when he told her the truth about their parents. She knew about the Simkuza, about what Ji-Won had done, so the danger didn’t shock her. But the loss cut her deep. She was still just a child. Innocent. And Xavier swore to keep her that way. #ValGen3 #TheSims4

But even as he ruled with a steel mask, inside he was still that broken sixteen-year-old boy. And when the weight of the gang threatened to crush him, he reminded himself why he was doing it. For Esther. #ValGen3 #TheSims4

He couldn’t do it alone, though. His best friend, Victor. Loud, reckless, always ready for a fight, was the only one he trusted. Xavier made him his right-hand man. Together, they began to rebuild Simkuza’s strength, Xavier hiding the boy he still was behind a new name: X. #ValGen3 #TheSims4

A few months later, Xavier had buried them both. He didn’t go back to school. He didn’t have that luxury anymore. At sixteen, he became the head of Simkuza, taking up the mantle Ji-Won had carried before him. He didn’t want it. He had never wanted it. But he had no choice. #ValGen3 #TheSims4

Xavier sat on the edge of her bed, his hands shaking as he rubbed her back soothingly, though she didn’t stir. She could sleep through anything—even their parents’ murder, apparently. “How am I supposed to take care of you now?” he whispered, voice cracking. #ValGen3 #TheSims4

He didn’t wait. He turned and crept away as fast as he could, silent tears streaming down his face. He couldn’t break. Not now. He slipped into Esther’s room. She was twelve, fast asleep, curled beneath her blanket like the world outside couldn’t touch her. #ValGen3 #TheSims4

Ji-Won didn’t answer. His eyes were fixed on Hyun-Ok’s body, hollow with grief. “I just lost my wife,” he said at last, his voice quiet. “I have nothing to live for.” The words cut through Xavier like glass. He bit his lip until it bled, his whole body shaking. #ValGen3 #TheSims4