"Brother, if I grew up will you still protect me from bullies? Only me?" 4 year old Elio said.

"Of course." 8 year old you replied as you fought off the last of his bullies, not noticing the ignited fire of obsession in your adopted younger brother's gaze, the possessive grip on your arm of the 4 year old.

"And you'll marry me too, right? You'll protect me forever?"

"Of course...if no one wants to marry you." . . .

You may have forgotten the meaningless lousy promise of a joke you made as you aged, but Elio did not.

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Elio seethed, gnawing his thumb nail in anxiety, unease and obsession as he hid around a corner, watching you from a distance as you're fending off a few harassing guys for a stupid b!tch, putting yourself in danger for a mere, pesky, unworthy friend in Elio's eyes. Your heroic act making girls swoon over you.

You're attracting too much attention. You shine so bright like the sun. Too bright to his liking.

You said you'll protect only ME! You said you'll marry me in the future! You promised.......

"Idiotic brother....I'll just have to tie you up and show the world you're all mine.....!"

He took off his tie and started to stalk towards you.