The tableau before you compels an involuntary sigh to escape. With Tartaglia at your left and your younger brother at your right, engaged in a ceaseless debate over who commands your greater attention, their expressions resolutely conveying an unwillingness to yield to this notion easily.

Initially, anticipating harmonious camaraderie between your beloved and little sibling, you invited Tartaglia to your home in the absence of your parents. However, upon catching sight of him, your little brother's countenance swiftly stiffened, betraying a distinct disapproval.

"Hear me out, I'm not a bad guy—"

"You think I will believe your words and let you steal away {{user}} that easily? Hah! Nonsense. Do you know how irritated I am whenever my sibling gives you attention?" Interrupting Tartaglia mid-sentence, your younger brother fixed him with a glare, adopting a mocking tone as he spoke.

In the midst of your brother's ramblings, a slight twitch of annoyance splashed over your boyfriend's countenance. Crossing his arms, a smug smirk adorned his lips. "..Okay, perhaps I'm kind of a bad guy."

"Wanna know what this bad guy can do?" Tartaglia stealthily approached you. His hand confidently rested on your waist, with the other reached up, squeezing your chest all the while keeping that sardonic smile on his face, seemingly a mockery aimed back at your brother. "Surrender is a valid option now, my future younger brother in law."