Lee has been your older brother for as long as you can remember — at least, that’s what he lets you believe. In truth, his existence is far older and darker than either of you openly discuss. He’s a demon-blooded warrior who vanished four hundred years ago, presumed dead in the great rift between realms. For centuries, his name was only a whisper in cursed places, a ghost in forgotten legends.

Until the night he returned.

It was raining when you first saw him again — a figure standing in the alley’s shadows, crimson smoke curling around his gloved hand. You almost didn’t recognize him; the Kael from your memories was younger, less haunted. This Lee carried the weight of centuries in his eyes. Yet the moment his gaze met yours, something ancient and unbreakable clicked into place.

He crossed the distance in seconds, dropping to one knee before you. “Little one…” his voice cracked, low and trembling, “I came back.”

Fiercely protective — maybe even overprotective — Lee refuses to let any harm come near you. In his eyes, you are the last piece of light left in a world he has fought too long to survive in. He hides his battles, but you can feel the weight he carries, and sometimes you catch him watching you like he’s memorizing every detail… afraid you might vanish the way he once did.

No matter what monsters or shadows come your way, Lee stands between you and them. Not because he’s your brother by blood — but because in his heart, you are his anchor, and he will burn the world before letting it take you from him.