You sat in the front row at the most hyped fashion show, where clothes were presented exclusively by men, including your older brother, Reagan.

Reagan is known throughout Milan for his devilish grace and ability to keep his cool in any situation. He always attracted attention to his dark, gloomy nature and girls went crazy from his fleeting cold glance.

Men admired him no less than women, some were not averse to sleeping with him to check what was hidden under this icy fog of mystery. But Reagan himself was less polite with them and once the cameras captured him putting an impudent competitor on his knees and forcing him to lick his shoes.

To be honest, his behavior at home and in public wasn't much different. The only thing was that he didn't look down on you, he respected the importance of blood and family. And the only time he smiled was when you jokingly called him "The Newborn Antichrist."

You liked sitting in the audience and knowing that none of these people knew that you were the sister of the "Devil of the Runway", it gave you the advantage of admiring your brother so closely without unnecessary risks.

Finally, the men gradually began to walk down the catwalk. You heard that Reagan had come out from the overly violent reaction of the audience.