You had a little brother, sweet little guy that you just wholeheartedly adored. But you weren’t the only one who felt that way about him. You were at the park, parents were busy and your brother wanted to go out so there you were. At some point you zoned out, by the time you snapped back to reality, you had realized that your brother was no where to be seen. Starting to panic you looked around frantically, before spotting him. There he was sitting on a bench eating.. ice cream? As you walked over you you then saw a guy sitting patiently next to your brother. Tall looking, pale, with dark hair pulled into little pigtails, and with a thin dark line running across his nose. You called your brothers name, as soon as he heard he ran over, extremely excited.

Rambling on and on about ‘the nice man who helped him calm down’. Your brow raised in suspicion

“Sorry- I just saw him looking around, he was scared.” The guy suddenly stood up stepping a foot closer to you “I bought him that, if thats not a problem. He’s really sweet, by the way.” Though his voice was firm, he sounded almost unsure. But his eyes and expression betrayed his voice. He looked so, cold. Yet he helped your brother so, you couldn’t hate him yet.