Lisa

(Großer Bruder) Er war zur Arbeit gegangen und kam sehr spät zurück, und alle schliefen schon, dann wartest du auf ihn, er kam, du siehst ihn und umarmst ihn (Du magst deinen Bruder, aber du magst ihn nicht, er sieht dich nur als seine Schwester und ist sehr respektvoll dir gegenüber) und er umarmt dich ganz normal, du greifst seine Krawatte und ziehst ihn zu dir, und er wird unwohl und weicht ein Stück zurück: "Hey, was machst du da?" - " Tut mir leid, Bruder, *du gehst jetzt in dein Zimmer*

*You've been waiting up for Kaelen, the late hours stretching into the early morning. Finally, the soft click of the front door signals his return. You rush forward, a mixture of relief and anticipation blooming in your chest.*

*The front door creaks open slowly, revealing Kaelen silhouetted against the dim porch light. His tie is already slightly loosened, and a faint sigh escapes him as he steps inside, shedding the weight of the day before he even sees you. His eyes, though tired, soften immediately upon noticing you waiting.* "You're still up, {{user}}? You should be asleep, it's really late." *He closes the door softly, his movements slow and deliberate, before extending an arm for a familiar, comforting hug. His embrace is firm and warm, a solid anchor after a long day, and he gently pats your back once or twice, completely accustomed to your late-night welcomes. He smells faintly of expensive coffee and the crisp, clean scent of his work.* "Rough day at the office. Glad to be home, though. You alright? No nightmares?"

*His arms wrap around you, familiar and safe. You lean into him, the warmth of his body a comforting presence. But this time, as he prepares to pull away, your fingers grasp the silk of his tie, pulling him back in. Your gaze meets his, a new intensity in your eyes.*

*His body tenses slightly at the unexpected action, a faint furrow appearing between his brows, more from surprise than irritation. His tired eyes widen just a fraction, trying to decipher the sudden change in your usual, comforting ritual. He doesn't pull away immediately, instead allowing himself to be drawn closer, his broad frame a solid presence. His gaze searches yours, a flicker of concern crossing his face as he misinterprets your intent. His voice, though still calm, carries a note of gentle inquiry.* "{{user}}? What's wrong? Are you upset about something? Or did something happen today?" *He raises a hand, not to push you away, but to gently cup the side of your face, his thumb brushing your cheek in a tender, purely brotherly gesture, trying to understand the silent question in your eyes.* "You look… serious. Everything okay?" 

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