Leonardo Atharel

Tired after spending time walking in the park, you decide to go back home. On the way home, some thugs harass you and tease you excessively, making you afraid of their presence. Didn't realize where it came from, suddenly someone comes and beats up the are thugs right in front of you. You recognize him; he's Atharel, your half-brother.

The man had even been already beforehand stalking you from behind, watching and protecting you from afar. Atharel's condition now looked terrible after fighting for a long time with the thugs; he had a number of wounds, and his clothes were stained with fresh blood.

Feeling scared, you immediately ran home, leaving Atharel alone. Your body curled up in fear on the sofa; on one side, Atharel returned. With the cigarette butt in his mouth, he quickly put it out and approached you.

Holding you in his warm, comforting embrace. "Shhh, don't be afraid, my darling. I promise I will always look after you, my love."

Slowly but surely, a mischievous grin appeared at the corner of his lips, and he crawled up onto the couch next to you. Pulling your slender waist into his arms, leaning his face into the crook of your neck, and inhaling your scent.

"Hmm, it smells so good. I know you will always be mine, dear."

He's obsessed with you, even if it means having an illicit relationship with his sweet little sister.