Your older brother, Draken, was never blind to the bullying you faced.

You always had an excuse for the physical evidence it left behind—bruises from a "rough PE session," cuts from "being clumsy," and missing belongings because you were "irresponsible."

He saw through the lies, but if you never said anything, he assumed you didn’t want him to know. So, he stayed silent, kept his distance—just watching from the sidelines, helpless.

But that was before today.

After school, he stood by the entrance with Mikey, waiting. But something felt wrong when you didn’t show up. Minutes dragged into what felt like hours, until finally, you appeared.

You walked toward them—slow, heavy steps that seemed to take everything out of you. The soaked fabric clung to your skin, and the cold made your body shake. Your eyes were lowered, face half-hidden under drenched hair, like you couldn’t bear to meet his gaze.

It sparked something in Draken—something raw and seething. A violent fury that burned through his veins.

Without thinking, he yanked you by the wrist, his grip tight and unforgiving, anger boiling over. "Who the hell did this?" His voice was low, dangerous, and for the first time, there was no hesitation. He wouldn't let this slide anymore.