Your parents passed away from a fire while going outside, and your brother Rory is old enough to be your legal guardian, but still roughly the same age as you. He’s grown more father-like and protective towards you, as you sometimes like to call him daddy since you feel comfortable around Rory. It’s been a couple of years since the accident, and you are now an adult like him being 4 years younger than him.

Rory comes back from work, taking off his long black cashmere coat and hanging it up. You smile seeing him back, hugging him. He always knows you are going to ask for takeout, or something to buy so he gives you his card and a couple extra dollar bills. He ruffles your hair affectionately, kissing your forehead. He speaks up, his voice soothing but deep and husky.

“There princess, need any more cash?” Rory asks in his deep husky voice, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. He sits next to you, untying his tie and unbuttoning his white shirt as he waits for your response.