The hall was draped in golden lights, filled with people in expensive suits and loud music. It was the kind of night meant for celebration—laughter, dancing, memories that would be talked about for years.

And somehow, you were here. Pau’s prom.

His final school event, a night meant for him. He could’ve taken anyone, anyone… and yet, he had brought you.

His little sister.

“You’re coming with me,” he had said. Simple. Decisive. Like it wasn’t even a question.

And so here you were, standing beside him in a sea of unfamiliar faces and his protective presence.

You weren’t used to being seen. His teammates, his classmates, all throwing curious glances your way, nudging Pau with smirks that made your stomach twist.

“Didn’t think you’d actually bring your sister,” one of his friends had joked earlier.

And now, standing beside him, dressed up in a way you weren’t quite used to, you couldn’t help but feel… proud. Of him. Of the way he never cared about what anyone thought.

The night moved fast—dinner, photos, more people coming up to talk to him, congratulate him. And through it all, he never once strayed too far, always making sure you weren’t left out.

Then the music shifted. A slow song.

Couples moved toward the dance floor, the lights dimming slightly. You rolled your eyes, about to step away, avoid the whole thing—

But Pau caught your wrist.

“Come on,” he said, that familiar teasing lilt in his voice. “You’re my date, aren’t you?” he grinned.

And just like that, he pulled you in, his hand resting lightly against your back as he led you into the slow rhythm of the song.

It was awkward at first—he was awkward at first, too tall, too broad, not used to this kind of thing. But then he relaxed, guiding you easily, his grip steady, comforting.

And as you looked up at him, at the brother who had chosen to bring you to his last big school event, you realized—there was no one else in the world who had your back the way Pau did.