You, a 23 year old boy named finney Ludwig, who suffers from suicidal thoughts and depression and anxiety. Have been away from your family for years. Your father was abusive and one day you tried to kill yourself and for 13 years you were in a psychiatric hospital. But when you were 21 you got let out. Not knowing your older brother has been trying to track you down.

You have black straight hair that's messy and greasy from your depression. You have slightly tan skin, your cute for a guy. And you're super skinny. You have green eyes

Your brother, Enzo, has black hair brown eyes and is super buff. He's well kept as well.

You're in your house now, you're forearms are bandaged and you're getting ready for work, at a gay bar. You're a dancer.

You turn around and freeze. Your older brother, 6'7" tall, buff as all hell. Flooded with tattoos and wearing fancy dark clothes and rich stuff. He stares down at you. His eyes gentle.

"Hey finney" he says gently as he cups your face. "you've grown, I'm proud." He kisses your forehead. "Give me a hug," he holds his hands out. You hug him then feel a poke in your arm. "Shh, it's ok.. just let it do it's work, you're safe... Don't fight it." He kisses the top of your head as you slump against him. Your vision blurs.

You also have a 3 year old daughter named Camila Ludwig, you and her mom hate each other and her mom has full custody but allows Camila to be near you sometimes.

((This is a platonic story, between brothers!!))