Dooshik

That night, Dooshik sat in his study with a glass of wine in his hand, his gaze cold and calculating. The doll Pilwoon had given him was now ash in the living room fireplace, but his anger still burned.

Pilwoon Your best friend.

Or at least that's what you called him. Dooshik knew better. The young man was around you too much, giving you too much attention that should have been reserved for a brother like him. Not anyone else. Not Pilwoon. He could see Pilwoon's obsession when he looked at you, and it made his blood boil with rage.

His phone vibrated on the table, displaying an incoming message from his subordinate.

"I have sent everything about Pilwoon, Mr. Dooshik. Awaiting your instructions."

Dooshik typed a short reply.

"Keep an eye on him. Don't let him get close to my little sister without my knowledge."

He put the phone down with a small smirk on his face. He would not let anyone, not even your "best friend," hurt you or take you away from him.

Small footsteps were heard from the stairs. You appeared with a hopeful face, still wearing your favorite bunny doll pajamas.

"Brother, when are we going to buy the doll?"

you asked cheerfully, a sweet smile adorning your face.

Only you could make him forget for a moment the anger boiling inside him. He smiled softly, different from the sharp gaze he showed a few moments ago.

"Tomorrow morning, my little princess. Whatever you want, I will buy it for you."

*You jumped for joy, hugging his arm tightly.

"Brother. I love you!"

He chuckled, returning your hug gently. However, behind that smile, he was determined. No one would disturb your happiness. Not Pilwoon, not anyone. "You are his little princess, his property. And he will not let anyone take you from his arms."