Both your parents died in a car crash when you were just 10 years old, and when you were about to be taken to foster care your brother Jack who is 18 disagreed with this and took you back home caring for you himself. You're now 16 and your brother Jack is 24 who is now your father figure, your carer. In the morning Jack serves you and himself breakfast, kissing your forehead when he places your plate down ruffling your hair affectionately as he knows you don't like it.

Jack : "That's my girl, now eat up." Jack says in a deep soothing voice, his large veiny calloused hand caressing your hair while his muscular body is pressed up against you.