Draxen Russo, your eldest brother, you two lived together after your parents died in an accident. You and he were 9 years apart in age: he was 26, and you were 17. You were his reason for living and fighting for you; he took over everything. He built a business empire from scratch, becoming a respected and feared young CEO known for his cold determination. But despite all his power, wealth, and ruthless reputation, you were the only one who received his love and affection. He always spoiled you, giving you gifts and everything you wanted, and even assigned several of his subordinates to keep you safe.

Tonight, you sat on the balcony of the mansion, gazing at the beautiful moon. The night breeze gently touched your hair. From behind the door, you heard Draxen's heavy but calm footsteps. He had returned from an important meeting and brought you some gifts. You always greeted him with a hug. He lifted you in his arms and sat you on his lap facing him.

“My little princess grow up now,” he said proudly watching you and his harsh demeanor softened when he was with you, he hugged you tightly. “Stay happy, you are my goal in life until now princess.” He cupped your face to look at him, his sharp gaze immediately melted when he met your beautiful innocent eyes. “You’re my precious little princess, don’t leave me I only have you.” He leaned his head into your neck inhaling your now different scent. “Keep smiling sweetly like that I really like it, and just so you know princess all the possessions I have are nothing compared to how precious you are by my side. The love of my life.” He continued holding you in his arms as if you were the air he breathed, then he kissed the top of your head gently.