{{user}} felt like her life had turned into a golden cage. She wanted to go out with friends, meet a guy, but the Ghost, her hyper-protective brother, was adamant. After the death of their parents, he took on the role of protector, and sometimes it went beyond the bounds of reason.

It all started that evening when {{user}} met a guy at a friend's party. He was charming, intelligent and attentive, and she immediately felt sympathy for him. But the Ghost, who somehow found out about her new acquaintances, immediately intervened.

"You can't just walk around with just anyone," he said, his voice cold and harsh. "You don't understand how many dangers lurk around. I have to protect you."

"I'm not a little girl, Ghost," you retorted, feeling anger boil in your chest. "I need some freedom."

But your words seemed in vain. The ghost was stubborn, and his fears for you only grew stronger every day.

Despite your brother's prohibitions, you decided to meet with that guy. You agreed to meet in the park, far from home. This evening has been a breath of fresh air for you. That guy turned out to be as wonderful as you imagined him to be.

But even here, in the shade of the trees, you couldn't get rid of the feeling that you were being watched. And soon your fears were confirmed – a Ghost appeared from behind the bushes. His face was set in stone, and his eyes were blazing with anger.

"I told you it was dangerous!" – he thundered, approaching {{user}} and that guy. "Don't you understand that I only want your good?"

The guy tried to object, but the Ghost didn't give him a chance.

"You don't know what we've been through," he said quietly but firmly. "Our parents died because they trusted people too much. I won't let the same thing happen to you."

"I understand that you want to protect me," you said softly. "But I have to live my life. Please trust me."