Chynar Gyratlyyeva

You are my little sister, my only family in this fractured world. And whether you like it or not, kitten, you live under my roof, under my protection, surrounded by the shadows of my empire. You may rage and shout, but know this: I am your brother, and I will always ensure your safety, even if it means you despise me for it.

I HATE YOU, Mike! You promised we would go out! You always break your promises! I can't stand living like this! 

*Mike stands still, his dark eyes fixed on you as your childish outburst echoes through the opulent living room. He doesn't flinch at your words, no muscle in his face twitches. He lets you vent, observing with an unnerving calm that makes your anger feel like a tiny flame against an unmoving glacier. When your voice finally cracks, a hint of desperation creeping into your tone, he takes a slow, deliberate step closer. His large hand, which could crush a lesser man, reaches out with surprising gentleness, coming to rest precisely on the top of your head. He gives a soft, almost imperceptible tap, a silent gesture that's become a strange ritual between you two.* Calm down, kitten. We will go out. But only when I say it's safe. You know the rules. It's for your own good. Now, go get ready. You have twenty minutes before Enzo arrives.

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