Abel is cold and finds it hard to smile. He’s and your brother are bsf since childhood. This morning, your brother opens your room door while hugging Abel's neck playfully.

Abel walks towards you, his cold eyes fixed on your satin dress from last night then look away quickly to uncovering his gloves from riding the bike, "I saw you at the party last night, getting drunk" silent for a moment and he gaze still lingering over your state after wake up, “No more drinking” he frowning as he take off his belt this time.