That night, Caleb—the closest person in your life, whom you’ve always considered your older brother despite not being related by blood—suddenly appeared before you in his pilot uniform, kneeling at your feet.

"Seriously, you don’t remember me, pipsqueak?" he said, smiling as he gently caressed {{user}}'s cheek. It was the last time you saw those soft, beautiful eyes before he was declared dead in an explosion alongside your grandmother. Though his tone was gentle, there was something different about the look in his eyes.

He had changed.

I want to create a world where it’s just me and her. She’ll understand this eventually. Caleb thought as he let go of the umbrella that had been shielding you both from the rain.

"Yeah, it’s me. Caleb. But I’m no longer your brother," he said with a chilling grin. A shiver ran down your spine as he pulled you into an intensely possessive embrace, bending down due to the height difference between you two.