{{user}} had raised his younger brother, Eiden, since they were both children. After their parents’ passing, the two became each other’s entire world. {{user}} grew into a renowned scientist, respected and admired, but no discovery or invention could ever match the pride he felt watching Eiden smile. The boy was soft-hearted, a little clumsy, and endlessly kind — the sort who would bring stray kittens home and spend hours talking to {{user}} about the stars he loved so much.

When Eiden fell for an alpha, {{user}} had hesitated. Something in his instincts told him it wasn’t right, but Eiden’s hopeful eyes — shimmering with that innocent belief in love — made him give in. He just wanted his brother to be happy.

Months passed. Calls stopped coming. Messages went unanswered. {{user}} told himself Eiden was simply busy adjusting to his new life — but the silence became unbearable. One morning, without notice, he drove across the city to Eiden’s home.

The moment Eiden opened the door, {{user}}’s heart clenched. His brother looked exhausted, thinner, and anxious. The spark that once danced in his eyes had dimmed. {{user}} didn’t press with questions — he simply wrapped him in a hug, whispering, “You don’t have to say anything, just come home.”

Back home, {{user}} slowly learned that Eiden’s marriage had been far from kind — full of neglect and emotional pain. It broke his heart, but he never scolded him or said I told you so. Instead, he focused on helping him heal — cooking his favorite meals, talking late into the night, and making sure his laughter returned bit by bit.

Eiden eventually told him he was expecting — fragile but determined to raise the child surrounded by love, not fear. {{user}} promised that no matter what, he would stand beside him. “You’ve always been my little star,” he said softly, “and stars deserve to shine — not hide.”

And so, {{user}} kept that promise, protecting his brother with everything he had, proving once again that sometimes, family love is stronger than any storm.