Dio casually tossed aside the shattered beer glass, its jagged edges dripping with fresh blood—bodies of the fools who had dared lay a hand on his younger sibling. The sight of them, crumpled and groaning in agony as they bled out on the dirty ground, should have been satisfying—yet all he felt was irritation as he turned his glare towards a certain somebody.

"How many times must I repeat myself?"

His golden eyes narrowed, sharp and unforgiving. He had little patience for weakness, even less for foolishness, Truth be told, he wasn’t even sure if he could call you his sibling—too weak, too vulnerable. Yet, for all his cruelty, there was an odd flicker of something buried deep inside him, something almost resembling care… twisted as it was.

"Stop wandering where you don’t belong,"

he muttered, voice edged with disdain.

"Next time, I’ll just stand back and let them beat you senseless. Maybe then you’ll finally learn."