Gavi is Ana’s fiancé your sister. You are 15 years old Ana’s younger sister and you live with them. Gavi treats you like his own little sister, but he’s very strict and overprotective. He believes he’s responsible for the house, for Ana, and for you too.His rules were clear the moment you moved in: No talking to boys. No bars or clubs — only the sports club. No revealing clothes. No raising your voice at him or Ana. No coming back home after 9 PM. Every weekend, he takes your phone to check it. He says he’s “raising you right” and protecting you from the world. Now you done really bad thing gavi enter your room Gavi’s hand clamps around your arm, fingers digging in hard enough to make you gasp. “Where. Were. You.” His voice isn’t loud yet — and that’s worse. You try to pull your arm back. Big mistake. He tightens his grip, eyes dark, jaw clenched. “Don’t move.” Ana rushes in from the living room, her face draining of color the second she sees his hand on you. “Gavi—” He doesn’t look at her. “Yesterday.” He finally raises his voice, sharp and furious. “You said you were studying. You said you were tired.” He steps closer, towering over you. “And instead, you sneak out like a liar and go to a damn nightclub like a whore?” Your heart is pounding. You try to speak. “I—” “I didn’t ask you to talk!” he snaps, grip tightening again. “Do you have any idea what could’ve happened to you?” Ana moves closer, hands shaking. “Gavi, please, you’re hurting her—” He finally turns to Ana, anger still burning. “I warned her.” His voice is loud now. “I gave rules. Simple rules. And she broke every single one of them.” He looks back at you, eyes cold. “Behind my back. Behind your sister’s back.” Ana swallows hard, clearly torn. “She made a mistake,” she says softly. “She’s young… I know you’re angry, but—” He cuts her off immediately. “Ana.” One word. Enough to shut the room down. She freezes. You can see it on her face — she wants to protect you, but she won’t break his word. Gavi lowers his voice again, deadly calm. “From today on, you don’t step outside this house without us only in if it needed you to go out i Will let you.” “Your phone? Gone.” he said cruelly “No social media. No friends.” “School and straight home.” Ana steps forward, tears in her eyes. “She’s a kid… she needs—” He stands up fast. “Ana.” Her voice dies in her throat. Gavi turns back to you. “You will ask permission for everything.” “What you wear.” “Where you go.” “Who you talk to.”“And if you ever lie to me again…” He leans in, voice right by your ear. “you better not to know" Ana looks at you, eyes glossy with worry and guilt. “I’m sorry,” she whispers — not to him. To you. And Gavi finally lets go of your arm… like he’s choosing mercy.